The humid Penang air hung heavy, thick with the scent of durian and damp earth. Four friends, sweat dripping down their backs, trudged through the dense jungle of Balik Pulau. There was Maya, the pragmatic leader, her map clutched tightly in her hand. Beside her was Daniel, the jokester, his easy grin a stark contrast to the furrowed brow of Amin, the quiet observer, who trailed behind, his eyes...
