Iyaan reached the police station, his mind set on one thing: getting the information he needed. The station was still bustling with activity, even at this late hour. Officers were stationed at their desks, some engrossed in paperwork, others engaged in low conversations as they sipped from steaming mugs of coffee. A few of them smiled at Iyaan as he walked past, while others offered him salutes, acknowledging his presence. But Iyaan didn’t acknowledge them; his focus was singular. Without breaking stride, he made his way directly to the elevator, his pace quickening with every step.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Iyaan stepped inside, pressing the button for the seventh floor, the final floor of the building. The ride up was a brief moment of calm before the storm, but Iyaan’s mind was racing, the adrenaline from his earlier encounter with Nur still pumping through his veins. The elevator halted, and the doors opened onto the seventh floor. Iyaan stepped out, his eyes locked on the far end of the hall.

The corridor was lined with officers, some gathered around coffee machines, filling plastic cups with the much-needed caffeine that fueled their late-night shifts. Others were engaged in casual conversations, their voices a low hum that filled the space. Iyaan moved swiftly past them, his ID badge swinging around his neck with every hurried step. The officers barely registered his presence as he almost jogged down the hallway, intent on reaching his destination.

At the end of the corridor, Iyaan reached the door he was looking for and, without hesitation, banged on it with urgency. The sound echoed through the hall, drawing the attention of the officers nearby. One of them, a strikingly handsome young man with sharp features and a confident demeanor, approached Iyaan with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Officer Iyaan. Fancy seeing you here," the man greeted, his voice smooth and tinged with a hint of amusement.

Iyaan turned to face him, recognizing the officer immediately. “Officer Izwan,” he acknowledged, his tone curt and to the point. Izwan nodded in response, his expression one of casual interest as he took a leisurely sip from his cup.

Izwan was the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went. Tall and well-built, he carried himself with an effortless grace that belied his strength. His jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his chiseled jawline added to his striking appearance. Even in the standard issue uniform—a white shirt beneath a sharp black blazer and matching black pants—he exuded a natural charisma that made him stand out among his peers. Leaning against the wall sideways, Izwan looked at Iyaan over the rim of his cup, one hand casually tucked into his pocket.

“Where is Officer Johan?” Iyaan asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

Izwan raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Ooh, someone’s in a hurry. Want some coffee?” he offered, his tone light, almost teasing.

But Iyaan wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. Frustration flared in his eyes as he slammed his hand against the wall next to Izwan, leaning in closer. “Tell me where he is,” Iyaan demanded, his voice low and edged with urgency.

Izwan didn’t flinch. Instead, his smirk widened slightly before he shrugged nonchalantly. “He’s probably asleep. He is the senior officer, you know. He can shut himself off whenever he wants.”

Iyaan clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned away, heading back toward the door. Without pausing, he banged on it again, the sound reverberating down the hallway.

“You seem pretty on edge there, buddy. Can I help in any way?” Izwan called after him, his tone still annoyingly casual as he leaned back against the wall behind him, his eyes following Iyaan with curiosity.

Iyaan ignored him, his frustration mounting. His fists clenched and he continued to bang on the door, his patience wearing thin. “You called me here, damn it! You shouldn’t be asleep after saying all that!” Iyaan shouted, his voice echoing down the corridor.

Izwan’s curiosity was piqued now, and he straightened up slightly. “Senior Officer Johan called you?” he asked, genuinely interested, but Iyaan had no intention of engaging in conversation. His mind was focused solely on getting answers, and the door in front of him was the only thing standing in his way.

Just as Iyaan was about to bang on the door again, he heard a faint click, and the door creaked open. Without a second thought, he pushed it wide open and stormed into the room, with Izwan following closely behind, curiosity driving him forward.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across the space. Papers and files were strewn across the desk, evidence of a long night’s work. But what caught Iyaan’s attention was the figure sprawled out on the couch in the corner, sound asleep. Senior Officer Johan lay on his stomach, his back exposed, while the lower half of his body was covered by a grey blanket.

Izwan snickered quietly from behind Iyaan. “Did Senior Officer Johan just open the door and then go back to sleep?” he muttered, clearly amused by the sight.

Iyaan shot him a sharp glare, silencing him instantly. With determination in his step, Iyaan approached the couch, crouching down beside Johan. He reached out and shook the man gently, his voice low but firm. “Sir. Come on. Tell me what the case is.”

Johan stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he groggily became aware of Iyaan’s presence. The exhaustion was evident in Johan's face, but Iyaan was too focused on the task at hand to care. The urgency in his voice left no room for hesitation, and Johan, realizing the seriousness of the situation, began to rouse himself from sleep.

Izwan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold with interest. Whatever was going on, it was clearly important, and he wasn’t about to miss it. But for Iyaan, this was no time for curiosity or amusement. He had been dragged back into the heart of a nightmare he thought he had left behind, and now, he needed answers.

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