WUUUSSHHH! That night, a soft drizzle accompanied Rizal, Ucok, and Nova as they approached a suspicious new café on the edge of the city. Its weathered sign, glowing dimly, read "The Bitter Truth Café." According to Nightshade’s intel, this café had become the headquarters of a small group determined to change the world’s perception of coffee: “The Purists.” Led by a once-renowned food critic known only as Monsieur Noir, they believed that only coffee with absolute bitterness deserved to be called “true coffee”—and they were out to destroy any café that served sweet or blended coffee.“Dude, what is this place, a charcoal eater’s club?” Ucok whispered, his teeth chattering at the thought of such bitter brews. Clad in his chef’s jacket, he was ready for battle with his trusty spatula. “The world’s bitterest coffee? I thought that was just spoiled civet coffee. Must taste like my in-law’s sarcasm!”Rizal sighed, eyes sharp on the shadowed café. “Nightshade says they’re not just selling

WUUUSSHHH! A light drizzle blanketed the streets of Jakarta as Rizal, Ucok, and Nova approached a suspicious new café on the city’s outskirts. The worn-out sign read “The Bitter Truth Café”, dimly lit as if hiding a secret. According to Nightshade’s routine intelligence reports, this café was the headquarters of a small but radical group determined to redefine the world’s perception of coffee: The Purists. Led by a once-famous culinary critic known only as Monsieur Noir, they believed that only absolutely bitter coffee deserved to be called “real coffee”—and they aimed to destroy every café that served sweet or blended flavors.“This place looks like a charcoal cult, Bro,” Ucok whispered, teeth chattering at the thought of such bitterness. He wore his chef’s jacket, spatula in hand like a soldier ready for battle. “The world’s most bitter coffee? I thought that was just expired civet brew. Bet it tastes like in-law gossip!”Rizal exhaled, eyes fixed on the darkened café. “Nightshade s

WUUUSSHHH! Months had passed since Paklek Gendut was neutralized, and Kopi Medan Jaya: The Sanctuary Series had grown more prosperous than ever. Rizal, Ucok, and Nova had not only restored peace to the market but earned reputations not just as master coffee brewers, but as protectors of small merchants. But Medan always had its surprises. The city was now preparing to host the Medan International Coffee Festival—an esteemed event drawing global attention. Behind its vibrant façade, however, a new threat was emerging: far more sophisticated, far more cunning.“Damn, bro. We used to fight market thugs—now we’re up against high-class scammers at an international festival!” Ucok whispered to Rizal while arranging a display of limited-edition coffee cups. He now wore a coffee-bean-patterned bandana, trying to look “artistic” in line with the festival theme. “I thought we could just focus on making good coffee. But no—now we’re playing coffee detectives!”Rizal gave a slight grin, his eyes

WUUUSSHHH!Months after their victory over OmniCorp, Kopi Medan Jaya: The Sanctuary Series had solidified its place as a local icon and a bastion of justice. Rizal, Ucok, and Nova enjoyed a brief moment of peace—but in Medan, peace was always temporary.Nightshade had just sent a new warning: an unusual wave of organized crime was sweeping through the city’s nightlife. It was no longer just extortion or data theft. This was something far darker—a territorial mafia war threatening public order and, unexpectedly, the supply of trendy iced coffee.“Crazy, bro. We used to fight a megacorp stealing coffee recipes, now we’re up against real mafias fighting over turf!” Ucok whispered to Rizal while wiping down a sleek iced coffee dispenser. He now wore a chef’s beanie emblazoned with The Sanctuary logo, blending into the Medan night vibe. “I thought we could just focus on making good coffee. Now they want us to mediate street gangs!”Rizal sighed, eyes narrowing as he gazed out onto the neon

WUUUSSHHH! Months after the Ancestor's Recipe Book was secured, Kopi Medan Jaya: The Sanctuary Series had become a beacon of calm and justice in Medan. Rizal, Ucok, and Nova embraced a new, relatively peaceful routine—serving customers and watching over their community. The scent of freshly brewed coffee now blended with a rare sense of safety.But in a city that never sleeps, peace is always temporary.Nightshade sent a final warning—this time with a different tone. The threat wasn’t from mafia or corporations but from within the intelligence network itself. A mole had infiltrated Nightshade, attempting to leak the locations and identities of all the agents they've ever protected, including Rizal, Ucok, and Nova.This was their greatest test yet: Could they still trust their closest allies?“Damn, bro. We used to just fight thugs and corporate sharks, now our enemy’s from our own house!” Ucok whispered to Rizal as he wiped the bar. His grip on the rag tightened, nerves clearly visibl