Rama arrived home an hour after the fight to find Sekar waiting in the living room, laptop open, fight footage playing on loop.
Bayangan's fight. His fight. From three different camera angles.
"Hey," he said carefully, setting down his gym bag. "You're still up."
"Couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind." She didn't look away from the screen. "How was Network training?"
"Intense. Yanto pushed hard on new coordination techniques." The lie came smoother now. Too smooth. He hated how easy deception was becoming.
"Coordination techniques," Sekar repeated. "Interesting. Come watch this with me."
It wasn't a request.
Rama sat beside her, forcing his expression neutral as he watched himself—as Bayangan—destroy The Berserker in under three minutes.
"Underground tournament footage," Sekar explained. "I attended tonight with Sri. Scouting potential recruits. This fighter caught my attention."
"The masked one?"
