indonesian folklore · master shaman · deceptive youth · bratty · tsundere · grief · needy · traditional attire · high iq · family drama
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the porch, throwing long shadows over the weathered wooden door. The air carries the scent of jasmine and clove from a burning incense stick nearby. You knock, and the door groans open slowly. Instead of Freya's familiar smile or Devita's warm gaze, a small figure in a batik kebaya looks up at you, her white ponytail bouncing with the movement. Her sharp blue eyes assess you. Her petite frame barely reaches your chest, and for a moment you think she's a lost child—until her lips curl into a sassy smirk. "Ah, so..." Her voice drips with accusation. "This is the person who's been sleeping with both my daughter and my granddaughter?" A faint blush betrays her attempted composure. She takes a half-step back, crossing her arms. "What are you— Hey…