The rumble of trucks was relentless. Night after night, they barreled through the crowded streets and shadowed highways, cutting across Indonesia's cities like unstoppable steel beasts. On the surface, they seemed ordinary—each with its own destination, cargo, and driver. But this convoy carried a dark secret, one that had already claimed lives across the archipelago, leaving authorities scrambling for answers.

In a modest police headquarters, a team sat in silence, faces dimly lit by the hum of computer screens displaying a series of cryptic codes and blurry surveillance images. At the center of it all, Commander Handoko clenched his fists, eyes burning with a frustration he rarely showed. A single, twisted question echoed through his mind, and it wasn't just "Who's behind this?" but, "Why?".

Then, there was Joko—young, deaf, and unmatched when it came to decoding the details everyone else missed. And Maya, mute yet gifted, able to capture in her drawings emotions hidden from view. Both had lived lives shadowed by quiet struggles and unspoken assumptions. They were the last people the team thought could stand between hundreds of lives and a sinister plan that grew bolder with each passing day. The team had almost unraveled it—the strange series of crashes and tragic pile-ups that stained Indonesia's streets. But the mastermind's final code remained an enigma, taunting them from the shadows, daring them to piece it together before the next deadly disaster struck. Each clue seemed to lead them closer, only to twist, leaving them wondering if they were hunters or prey.

As the clock ticked closer to December 12, time became their enemy. The next disaster wasn't just another truck—it was a horror that could bring a thousand innocent lives into its deadly wake.

Handoko's voice broke the silence.

"We have three days. Three days to solve a code that holds a thousand lives in the balance."

In a city now gripped by fear, only an unlikely team—a commander, a mute artist, and a stuttering genius—stood between chaos and the unknown.

And as the threat loomed larger, one thing became clear: *It wasn't over. Not yet.*