Every Sunday, he’d drag a plastic crate to the second floor of the old Pasar Seni arcade, where the heat smelled of stale popcorn and mildew. His mission: salvage decaying VCDs, hard drives with bad sectors, and DVDs scratched beyond reason.

Geri never believed in ghosts. But he believed in forgotten films.

At home, Geri slid the disc into his external drive. The folder contained a single video file: Kisah.Untuk.Geri.mp4