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Joko frowned, glancing at the monitor feed for the 39th floor. It showed a dark hallway and a frosted glass door. "It looks empty to me."

Joko took the warm seat. He looked at the screens. "All quiet?"

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"Every night watchman for the last decade has written in this book," Budi explained. "We di gilir the responsibility. If you see something, you write it down so the next guy doesn't walk in blind."

Joko sat in the silence. He watched the monitors. 12:10 AM. He chuckled to himself. Old men and their ghost stories. It was just a way to keep the rookies awake. Joko frowned, glancing at the monitor feed for

The snoring stopped. A voice, groggy and familiar, answered.

Budi stood up, his knees popping. He stretched, his uniform tight across his chest. "Sit down, kid." He looked at the screens

The elevator stopped at 39. The doors opened onto the dark hallway.