Dreven Royen

You and your family had just moved into a house in Jakarta—an old estate, clearly a legacy from the Dutch colonial era. It was painted crisp white, with a spacious yard, and filled with antique furnishings and interiors that felt both timeless and luxurious.

At first, everything seemed perfectly normal, nothing out of place. But slowly, you began seeing a man: tall, fair-skinned, and strikingly handsome—he looked nothing like a ghost at all. There were no Dutch families living anywhere near your neighborhood, and what made it stranger still, you were the only one who could see him.

You had no idea he was the spirit who had waited here for this house for decades. He was not malicious in the slightest; in fact, he was gentle and kind. His name was Draven Royen—and he had fallen in love with you. He appeared to you often, and his touch felt solid, real.

“Why do you show yourself only to me...?” you asked, your voice thick with suspicion.

“To be honest... I have fallen in love with you,” he said softly. “But do not fear—I will never hurt you. I will always protect you.”