Lukfianka Sanjaya

Some encounters were never meant to happen. Shadows lead Gladys into a journey she never planned. But shadows don’t always come from the light. Amid the trees and the air that grows heavier with dread, Gladys must decide… does she still want to keep moving forward?

In the 1960s, a village in Java held a tradition they firmly believed in: the blessings of the land and its harvest depended on a sacrifice chosen fairly and lawfully by the black box. Each head of a household would draw a slip of paper, and the tension rose as one name was revealed. When night fell, the sound of gamelan and the chanting of prayers echoed through the village. There was no denial, no hesitation, for the black box had already decided who must be sacrificed.