Mystery of Death Flowers
The Night Wind

Tonight, the Mango village is squeezed into a terrifying darkness. The night wind whispered in a sad tone, exposing the mysterious story of the death of the Flower that haunted them. In the dim light of the moon, tragedy in the desolate roosters of the rice fields bears a silent witness.

Pematang paddy fields that are usually filled with green rice plants are now silent witnesses of the crime that has occurred. A lifeless corpse lay on the ground, its body completely naked with wounds tearing through its flesh. Signs of cruelty danced around him, leaving a trace of fear in the hearts of everyone who witnessed it.

Bunga, the beautiful girl from Mangga village. His face that used to be beaming with joy and hope had been stained, was now wrapped in an unstoppable sadness. Around him, the shattered clothes were flying like shattered hopes in pieces. Each piece of cloth bears a silent witness to the pain and horror he has endured.

Mango villagers with hearts pounding, do not dare to go out of the house. The joyful cheers of the full moon seemed to disappear, replaced by the cries and moans of the grief of the wind blowing through the leaves. Moreover, they, who had seen the corpse of the Flower with eyes filled with deep shock and fear. Tears flowed, reflecting the loss and sorrow that struck.

'Who did this heinous deed? I will demand revenge!'

The wind seemed to exclaim with a trembling voice, trying to find answers in the darkness that enveloped the entire nature of the Mango village.

In the silence of the night, all was silent. Only the whirring of the wind with whispers of suspicion and speculation, just like the muttering of the citizens. The spies were filled with disbelief and questions without answers.

Is the Flower the victim of an undisclosed grudge? Or is this the result of a tragic encounter with someone darker than the shadows tonight?

Today, the village of Mangga is bound by threads of uncertainty. They are caught in a slowly creeping maelstrom of mystery, forcing them to search for the truth among the shrouding fogs. In the coming nights, the sky and the stars will bear witness to their efforts to uncover the secrets that haunt their village.

However, one thing remains a reality between darkness and uncertainty, now that the village of Mangga has lost an innocent young girl. His holiness has been snatched away, destroying peace and creating deep wounds in the hearts of every Mango villager. And in the shadow of the night, the hope of justice and righteousness flared up, becoming an unquenchable fire that would lead them to the true truth.

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Serrr.

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In the darkness of the silent night, Zahra was still awake. Sitting in his own room.

The sound of the wind outside whispered in a frightening tone, breaking the silence and arousing anxiety in Zahra's heart. The voice could not be ignored, as if it had a message that needed to be heard.

"Hishhh... What am I hearing?"

Zahra's skull was goosebumps, and she felt that something was wrong. It was as if there was an invisible presence present around him. The sound of the wind grew stronger, almost like an urgent voice, asking for his help.

'Zahra.. please, I...'

"Flower, is that you?" whispered Zahra hesitantly, as if calling out to Bunga, her friend who had been gone for good.

Zahra felt as if the voice was a call from another world, begging to help uncover the truth behind the Flower's death.

Zahra's body trembled in fear, but she also felt a force within her that pushed her to face the fear. He feels the call as his responsibility to know the real truth on the events that Flowers face.

Zahra took a bold step out of her house, walking slowly towards the scene in a dark rice field. The wind is roaring, almost like accompanying Zahra's steps in this dark and mysterious investigation mission.

When he reached the location, Zahra felt a strong aura of presence. He was goosebumps as shadows of darkness danced around him, as if Flowers were trying to communicate with him.

In the silence of the night, Zahra felt as if Flowers were present there. He could sense the presence of his friend, though invisible to the eyes of ordinary humans. There was a feeling of sadness imprinted in the air, filling Zahra's heart with strong emotions.

'No! Hiks hiks...'

"flower? Neng dhi, you?"

Zahra is determined to discover the hidden truth, uncovering the layers of mystery that enveloped the tragic death of the Flower. In darkness and uncertainty, he feels a strong urge to seek out the unheard voice of the Flower, asking for justice and uncovering the perpetrator behind the heinous act.

In the silent night, Zahra gathered the courage and determination to find the truth by being led by the sound of the wind. In every gust of wind, he heard the cry of Flowers that sounded closer and begged for help.

Zahra is ready to embark on a journey of challenge and danger in honor of her departed friend, ensuring that justice is served and truth revealed.

A shadow was seen, and Zahra was sure that it was a Flower. But his common sense immediately gives a warning, if the real Flower is gone.

"What's going on, Bunga?" asked Zahra with careful eyes.

"If you need help, please tell me, Bunga!" Zahra asked in the darkness of the night, as if she were talking to her friend who was dead.

"I know you're not calm. I understand, if you want to sue the perpetrator. But, how is it? Your mother didn't allow an autopsy of your body, there's no cost to seek the truth through medical. I couldn't help either, because I was like this. You know for yourself, right?"

The wind seemed silent listening to Zahra's words. But after Zahra finished talking, the wind suddenly blew violently.

Bruckk

"www!"

Zahra's body bounced backwards, as if driven by the force of the wind from the front.

The tail of Zahra's eyes, seeing a shadow again, followed by the shadow of people running around, as if chasing something.

Unfortunately, Zahra's eyes seemed to be fixated in one place. He could not turn his eyes to another place where those people had already caught the first shadow figure.

'Ampun! Don't!'

'Hahaha.. hurry, drag him!'

'You can't run anymore tonight, Bunga!'

Zahra glared at the sound of someone mentioning the name "Flower", but she could not recognize whose voice it was. While his eyes also could not be diverted and only looked at the other corner so it was unclear what was going on.

'Zahra! Help me, Zahra!'