My hands were holding that thing, an ancient rusty shaped star-pin. The size was similar to the old one hundred Rupiah. My eyes were glued to the rough sketch, and scratch circled one side, which seemed a written text.These letters were a little strange but similar to ancient characters. The stroke was too neat and perfect to say just a mere scratch.At least I recognized it wasn't Javanese or Sundanese ancient characters. Because I had already known those two even though I didn't quite understand it. This character also didn't look like coming from Japan, China, or Korea. This might come from other areas, or maybe from distinct parts of the world. I had no idea either. Since the limited knowledge that I possessed, my head hurt when I thought too much."Hoi, why are you silent there, dammit!? Aren't you feel cold? If you want to look for death once more, it's up to you! But don't expect I'll help you again!" Shouted Dimas from a distance."Yeah, sorry, w
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