The next morning, the school looked normal.
That was the first lie.
Students laughed at the gates.
Teachers called attendance.
Lunch carts rolled across the yard.
Everything looked exactly the same.
But Arga hadn't slept.
The energy inside his body never stopped moving.
It pulsed through his chest all night.
Whispering through his muscles.
Keeping his eyes open until sunrise.
And when he arrived at school—
it was still there.
Alive.
He sat in class beside the window.
The teacher was talking.
Numbers covered the board.
Arga understood every answer before the question finished.
He heard pages turning three rows behind him.
He heard footsteps outside.
He heard someone whisper his name from across the room.
Too clear.
Too sharp.
Too wrong.
"So…" Sinta whispered behind him.
Arga didn't turn.
"…not now."
"Why?"
"Because if I start talking about it…"
His jaw tightened.
"…it becomes real."
Sinta fell silent.
Because she understood.
She felt it too.
Something had changed yesterday.
And neither of them knew how far it would go.
Lunch Break
The bell rang.
The classroom exploded with movement.
"MBG IS HERE!" someone shouted.
Metal lunch boxes were wheeled in on carts.
Steam rose into the room.
The smell of warm rice filled the air.
Normal.
Too normal.
Arga stood beside Bimo and Sinta.
"I'm starving," Bimo said.
"You're always starving," Sinta replied.
"It's a talent."
Usually Arga would smile.
Today—he checked the box first.
He opened it slowly.
Rice.
Chicken.
Vegetables.
One banana.
He looked at the bottom.
No symbol.
No glow.
Nothing.
But his body still reacted.
Waiting.
Hungry.
"Why are you staring at it like it insulted your family?" Bimo asked.
"Eat," Arga muttered.
They sat.
Bimo finished first—as always.
Rice gone.
Chicken gone.
Vegetables gone.
Only the banana remained.
He grinned.
"My champion."
He peeled it.
One bite.
Second bite.
Gone.
Then—
he froze.
A tiny pause.
Almost invisible.
"…guys?"
Sinta looked up.
"What now?"
Bimo stared at his own legs.
"They won't stop moving."
Arga stood instantly.
"What?"
"I'm serious—"
His chair shot backward.
Bimo vanished from the room.
The Field
Students screamed in surprise as he blasted through the hallway.
Arga and Sinta were already running.
By the time they reached the field—
Bimo had completed one lap.
Then another.
Then another.
Too fast.
His feet hammered the ground like machine fire.
Dust exploded behind him.
Wind tore across the grass.
"What is WRONG with him?!" someone shouted.
"He's insane!"
Sinta's face hardened.
"…this is bad."
Arga nodded once.
"It's the same thing that happened to me."
A beat.
"…but worse."
Bimo screamed as he ran past them.
"I CAN'T STOP!"
He wasn't controlling his body anymore.
His body was using him.
One wrong step—
and his legs would snap.
One collision—
and he'd die.
First Coordination
"We grab him," Sinta said.
"No."
Arga's voice was sharp.
"If we touch him now, he crashes."
"Then what?!"
Arga watched Bimo's rhythm.
The angle of his stride.
The panic in his eyes.
Then he exhaled.
"I match him."
Sinta stared.
"…you're insane."
"Probably."
He stepped forward.
The energy inside him answered instantly.
His body became light.
Then lighter.
Then—
he ran.
The field blurred.
The world stretched thin.
Wind roared in his ears.
But this time—
he controlled it.
He reached Bimo.
Bimo's eyes were wild.
"I CAN'T STOP!"
"I know!"
Arga moved ahead of him.
"Follow me!"
"WHAT?!"
"JUST DO IT!"
He slowed—barely.
Then again.
Then again.
Tiny changes.
Measured.
Precise.
Sinta sprinted beside them.
"LEFT!"
Bimo turned. Barely.
"WIDER!"
Again.
"NOW SLOW!"
Step by step—
panic became rhythm.
Chaos became movement.
And finally—
Bimo stumbled.
Collapsed to his knees.
The field fell silent.
He sucked in air.
"…what the hell was that…?"
Arga stood over him, breathing steady.
No exhaustion.
No pain.
That scared him more than anything.
"We're changing," he said quietly.
Sinta opened her lunch box.
At the bottom—
a glowing symbol.
Arga opened his.
The same light answered back.
Bimo slowly looked inside his own box.
A new symbol was forming.
Bright.
Alive.
Connected.
None of them spoke.
Because now they knew.
This wasn't happening to one person anymore.
It was spreading.
The Arrival
GRRRRMMMM.
A low engine rolled through the school gate.
Every head turned.
A black vehicle entered slowly.
Too slowly.
Like it wanted to be seen.
Students grew quiet.
Teachers stopped moving.
The door opened.
Several people stepped out.
Clean uniforms.
Cold faces.
No school badges.
And one of them carried a large metal container.
Stamped with the same blue letters:
MBG
Bimo stood up slowly.
"…that's our program, right?"
"No," Arga said immediately.
His body was already reacting.
Not warmth.
Heat.
Warning.
Danger.
Sinta took one step back.
"…that thing feels wrong."
The man holding the box lifted his head.
And looked directly at Arga.
No hesitation.
No confusion.
As if he already knew exactly who to find.
Arga's fist tightened.
His heartbeat thundered once.
Hard.
"They're not here to deliver food."
The lid of the container clicked open.
And something inside—
began to glow red.