Seorang ibu berusia 45 tahun, berprofesi sebagai Kepala Polisi dan berhijab sedang berdiskusi dengan putrinya yang juga seorang polisi berusia 25 tahun dan berhijab tentang kasus penjahat pelecehan terhadap wanita. Ketika berdiskusi muncul panggilan video call dari nomor tidak dikenal. Ibu menjawab panggilan tersebut dan dalam video tersebut terdapat seorang wanita yang menjadi sandera penjahat tersebut. Wanita tersebut berusia 25 tahun, berdiri dengan telanjang dan tangan terikat di atas kepala. Kemudian muncul suara laki-laki yang terdistorsi yang merupakan penjahat itu. Ibu dan putrinya bernegosiasi dengan penjahat agar melepas sandera tersebut, sembari berusaha melacak posisi penjahat. Negosiasi berjalan alot, dan penjahat mulai mengeluarkan komentar komentar kotor dan seksual yang melecehkan ibu dan anak. Komentar kotor dan seksual tersebut mulai memancing gairah ibu dan anak tersebut. Penjahat tersebut kemudian muncul di layar dengan mengenakan topeng dan mulai memperkosa sanderanya, sambil terus mengeluarkan komentar kotor dan seksual yang mulai memancing gairah ibu dan anaknya. Semua karakter berusia 18 tahun keatas.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Describe the office condition as sterile and dark.

The room was dominated by a large screen and a single, unblinking camera, giving it a cold and oppressive ambiance. The air was thick with the hum of activity, the distant murmurs of police radios, and the clatter of keyboards. The walls were adorned with maps, crime scene photographs, and wanted posters that seemed to watch with lifeless eyes.

Inspektur Kepala Aminah sat behind her desk, her gaze fixed on the computer screen where she was scrolling through the details of their latest case. Her fingers drummed against the worn wood, a silent echo of the ticking clock on the wall.

She was a study in contrasts—a woman of stern features, her dark hair tucked neatly under her jilbab, her eyes sharp as flint beneath her Hijab. Yet, there was a softness to her that belied her tough exterior, a warmth that her daughters had always found comforting. She had spent the better part of her career chasing down criminals, her reputation as a formidable force within the police department preceding her.

Brigadir Fatimah sat across from her, her gaze mirroring her mother's intensity. Her fingers were intertwined, a slight tension in her hands betraying her inner turmoil.

Fatimah was her mother's daughter—the same stern jawline, the same piercing eyes that missed nothing. But where Aminah's gaze was a honed weapon, Fatimah's carried a hint of kindness, a softer edge that hadn't yet been dulled by the harsh realities of their profession. She, too, wore the jilbab, but there was a youthful energy to her, a spark that made her eyes dance even in the most dire circumstances.

They discussed a crime about sexual molester

ation, trying to paint a clearer picture of the man who had abducted Nadia. Aminah leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the case files spread out on the table.

"We know he's a sexual predator," Aminah said, her voice low and steady. "He's careful, calculating. He's been watching her for weeks."

Fatimah nodded, her gaze fixed on the computer screen. "And he's not after money. He wants control. Power."

The video call came in suddenly, the screen flickering to life with a distorted image of a man's face.