Azka and Azara go to the hospital.  They met the forensic team to see the body that had been found in the river.

 "To be able to get evidence of fingerprints and bloodstains, how long will it take?"  Azka asked the treating doctor.

 "It will take more or less a week. I will let you know later when the results are out. The bodies that were found have lost many organs. Not only the toes are missing, but almost all of the internal organs have also been lost," replied the doctor earlier explained.

 Hearing the doctor's explanation, Azara shuddered in horror.  Imagine how cruel the perpetrator did that.  She also believes that this perpetrator is not a random person.  Maybe he has black tissue that is used to buying and selling human internal organs.

 Azara was lost in the car.  She thinks about her father's death which is still a mystery.

 'But why did the culprit kill my father?  What is my father's relationship with the perpetrator?'  all those questions appeared in Azara's mind.

 Seeing Azara who had been daydreaming, Azka felt surprised and confused.  Azara didn't usually look so gloomy.

 "What are you thinking?"  Azka asked making Azara a little surprised.

 "Nothing, I was just thinking about the culprit."

 "It is certain that the culprit has a black network. But we still have to look for stronger evidence to reveal everything."

 "Yeah. I thought so too," said Azara quietly.

Arriving at the house, Azara immediately met Lisa.  Lisa also just got home from the hospital.

 Azara handed over the diary that she found in Maria's room.

 "Whose diary is this?"  Lisa asked looking confused.

 "That's the diary of one of the victims who went missing a few months ago. This person is still related to her father's death. And there are also a lot of writings that she wrote before being declared missing. Try reading it first, auntie!"  said Azara while putting down her bag.

 Lisa opened the book from start to finish.  Until finally she could conclude that the owner of this book has a personality disorder in him.

 "This person has a rare personality disorder."

 "What is Auntie mean?"

 "So this person has a personality disorder that makes him have to avoid social interactions with other people. That's because she always feels inferior to others and also feels afraid of rejection from those around him," said Lisa very clearly.

 "But from what my aunt read in this book, she has tried to open herself up so that she can interact with everyone. But she feels uncomfortable and finally chooses to avoid."

 "Actually, my team and I have also found another new victim, Aunty. What happened to this victim is exactly the same as what happened to my father. But..." said Azara, stopping here.

 He didn't want to go into more detail before everything was clear and certain.

 "But what?"

 "Eh, I'll see you later. When everything is clear and I've managed to find new evidence."

 Lisa nodded while drinking hot tea.

 "Oh yes Azara, auntie also wants to say goodbye, okay?"

 Azara frowned.

 "Where are you going?"

 "Auntie has to go to America to do research and seminars for two weeks. Are you okay alone?"

 "Well... I'm lonely at home," said Azara with a sad face.  Since her father's death, it is Lisa who always accompanies Azara at home.  Lisa is like a real mother to Azara.

 "Don't be like that. Auntie will only be gone for a while. You're also an adult, a police officer again. You can definitely take care of yourself right?"

 Azara nodded with his face still bent.  It seemed he was not willing to be separated from Lisa.

The next day

 In the meeting room, Ali as the team leader was seen preparing for today's meeting.  He has attached photographs of the alleged victims.

 Azara's father's photo, Maria's photo and the last is a photo of the corpse found in the river yesterday.

 "Shouldn't we wait for Azara to come? Instead of him getting confused and asking again," said Arya proposing his opinion.

 "We'd better start the meeting. We don't have to wait for Azara to come. Because in front there is a photo of her father when he was killed yesterday. I'm afraid she will be shocked and sad when she sees it later," said Azka secretly harboring more concern for Azara.

 "Yes, I agree. We'd better start now without waiting for Azara to come," said Ali firmly.

 From outside the door of the meeting room, Azara had heard all their chatter.  She had also heard that there was a picture of her father covered in blood in front of him.  Azara took a deep breath then firmly entered the meeting room.

 "I'm going to the meeting!"  she said very professionally.

 All team members were confused and surprised to see Azara who suddenly entered.

 "Are you sure Azara?"  asked Ali still in doubt.

 Azara nodded confidently.  She will still try to be professional even though her heart hurts when she remembers the unfortunate incident that happened to her father.

 "Okay, let's start now. The first is Mr. Candra, he died from a stab wound right in the heart. Coupled with a missing toe. Then from there we found a fingerprint which turned out to be Maria's. Maria has been missing for a few months now.  Then, and lastly is the corpse we found yesterday in the river with the same features. All of this is related, but there is not a single piece of evidence pointing to the culprit yet."

 "I also found Maria's diary in her room."

 "I think this perpetrator is targeting people who have personality disorders like Maria. So yesterday I had the chance to read all of the contents of her diary. Maria is the type of person who has personality disorders. She will feel inferior when she talks to other people. She is afraid of being rejected by other people.  So she chooses to be a very secretive person. And only by writing in the diary can she express all her emotions."

 "But what does that have to do with your father?"  Arya said still confused.

 "Maybe this culprit has a grudge against my father. Because before my father breathed his last, he had said that I should not fight this person. He is very dangerous. I myself don't know who that person is father."

 The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became silent.  While outside the room, there was Hartawan who had been listening to all of their chatter with a very terrible look.