Under the light of the full moon, Yusuf sat alone on the balcony of his house. Cigarette and a cup of coffee, he leaned on the railing, looking at the moon while imagining a woman who always filled his head. He and the woman met in a slum, spoke the same language, experienced various problems until the world was subdued before his eyes, letting people dance in the palm of his hand.

As he said back then: 'I don't care about conquering the world or being the only king in this world, as long as people are dancing in the palm of my hand, that's more than enough.'

He was fed up with human actions, but on the other hand he still expected something from humans. According to him, humans still have the potential to create complete peace, although he himself did not know when that day would come. Therefore, he preferred to use a sure way, an easy way, without having to put his hopes on it.

"What are you doing?" asked Alice who was now in the doorway. She slowly walked into the room, approaching Yusuf who was still frozen in silence. "What's the situation?"

"Without me having to tell you, I'm sure you already know what happened."

Alice folded her arms across her chest, leaning her shoulders against the door, "Yes, you're right, I already knew that. Thanks to you, I was able to find Andrew's location," she said.

"Did you tell OWL about it?”

"Do you think I'm stupid? Of course not. If I told the OWLs, and they caught Andrew and questioned him, I'm sure the first thing out of his mouth would be about you." Alice pushed up her glasses. "What would happen if the world found out you were alive? Honestly, I can't imagine how chaotic it would be."

Yusuf just laughed when he heard that, "You're overestimating me, Alice," he said.

"Your humility is disgusting." Alice laughed too. "If only the world knew that you were still alive with your physical condition that was still the same as before, I wonder how chaotic the world would be now? But if I may be honest, after the world lost a figure like you, the world has lost its peaceful period. There is no one to be afraid of, no one to be wary of, they feel free to do whatever they want."

"So, do you want me to come back?" Yusuf asked. In his mind, Yusuf felt that Alice wanted him to come back. "Although I myself am quite doubtful whether I can have the same influence as before."

"I take back my words. Cleaning up the trash with dirty water won't make this world clean." Alice suddenly sat down next to Yusuf, resting her head on Yusuf's shoulder as she stared at the same scene. "What were her last words? Did she always smile? Did she look happy?"

"Yes, the smile on her sweet face was truly amazing. You can trust me, if I always make her feel happy, never make her doubt my feelings. Then ...." Her eyes were teary, it was really hard for Yusuf to tell her, especially considering the situation at that time. ".... thank you, keep living! that was the last sentence she said to me."

"What if it turns out that she is still alive? What if it turns out that she managed to save herself and is gathering her strength again so she can meet you?"

"There were times when I always wished for that. I always wished that she was somewhere far away today, alone, trying to gather her strength or recover from her injuries. I always thought like that all this time. But the big spear that stabbed her chest a few seconds before the gate closed, is still clearly in my memory." Yusuf took out a new cigarette once the one he was smoking had run low. "I should have been the one there, replacing hee. The position of being the sacrifice should have been given to me."

The next morning after Yusuf left for school, Alice received another text message from someone unknown. The number had an Indonesian code (+62) but she was sure that it was just a fake number, because when she tracked the number using the tracking system she created, the number was directed to an area far outside Indonesia.

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She was so confident with the system she created, never having the slightest doubt. On the other side of her monitor screen, a video clip of Darman, the owner of the Franchisca Group, shaking hands with Lassana Karius, the UN Human Rights Council from France. The UN awarded Darman for his caring actions towards underprivileged children by providing free education and helping to provide facilities in remote villages in various parts of the country.

Because only a few people know the deepest secret of Darman. Therefore, for those who do not know, they consider Darman as a hero and many motivators make him a figure to be emulated.

"Rotten motivator. Even though they know what Darman really is, they will still glorify Darman's name to the public," said Alice while drinking her coffee. "They will consider him as Robinhood and the like, even though they should know that trash is still trash. Doesn't the religion you believe in also clearly say that washing dirty clothes with dirty water will not make them clean?"

And the unknown number sent him a text message again, containing a survey link format that claimed to be from companies in this country. Although they have the same number code, the numbers have different endings, as online loan owners always do to contact their users with the PABX system.

"This is annoying. Did Yusuf ever borrow money online and use my number as his emergency contact?" she asked in surprise. However, it seemed impossible because Yusuf himself did not have an official identity card, even to enter the school he had to do all sorts of troublesome things like identity fraud.

So, if Yusuf was stupid enough to make an online loan transaction in his name or in Alice's name, then the security forces would definitely be at his doorstep.

Alice put her coffee cup away from her reach, then began to tap her keyboard quickly. She entered the programming language and, it only took a few seconds for a random number and letter to appear that was difficult to understand, but after reading it quickly, Alice began to type back the numbers that seemed to show a complete coordinate, which showed several points of cities from each different country.

The first point was heading to the Philippine capital, Manila. The second was heading to Istanbul, the third to Nganjuk, and the last to Gorontalo. At first she felt confused, because it was the first time she saw his tracking system could be fooled like this. However, if she looked at it more closely, the initial letters of each city point sounded like something familiar in his mind.

M for Manila, I for Istanbul, N for Nganjuk, and G for Gorontalo. M-I-N-G, he seemed to remember a group that had the same abbreviation as those letters. Just when he knew the answer, suddenly a text message appeared from a different number, and contained a sentence from Mandarin that when translated would be: money is not God, so why do humans worship it?

The text message made Alice frown, and she remembered a group of hackers who had been acting up lately. The name of the group was Money is Not God, a group of hackers whose name had started to be reckoned with a few months ago, but Alice had never mentioned it because to her it was just a group of little kids.

But how could the small group now climb so drastically? How could they pull her legs that were already so far up? There must be someone who gave them help, someone whose existence greatly influenced the state of the world. In this world, people who knew about Alice's existence could be counted on the fingers of one hand.

Although there were still many questions in her mind, Alice immediately typed back a few syllables and her monitor screen immediately displayed some data on the hacking activities carried out by the group. Most of them launched their actions by attacking small sites, but what surprised her was that they were the masterminds behind the hacking of the world's largest company now.

"They were too eager. I like them. There are few people in the world who dare to mess with Future. But now they made a big mistake." Alice typed again. "They picked the wrong opponent."

A few minutes passed, Alice had managed to get the information data she needed. She immediately grabbed her cell phone and called someone quite influential in the world.

"It's rare for you to call me Alice. What's up?" a man asked from the other end of the phone.

"Do you know about the hacker group called Money is Not God?”

"Yes, they are the group that has been giving us trouble lately. Why?"

"I have a lot of information about them, I think you will be satisfied with the information I have obtained." Alice through her computer, sent all the files about the group. "I sent all the data directly to you."

"What do you want?" the man asked again, slightly understanding why Alice had voluntarily contacted him.

"I'm glad you caught on so quickly. There's not much you want, I just want a few fairly trivial things."