Back in the dark halls of the orphanage, the man's voice echoed softly through the smoke:
"This is not the end. This is where your real journey begins."
The smoke slowly faded away, leaving silence behind. The girls lay still on the floor. Their faces were pale, eyes closed as if sleeping.
Somewhere deeper in the orphanage, faint music started playing again. It was Minha's song, sweet but haunting. The melody floated through the corridors like a ghost.
As the song grew louder, shadows shifted across the walls. Two glowing eyes blinked open in the darkness, watching the girls without moving. A soft, whispering laugh echoed around them.
Outside, icy wind rattled the broken windows. Inside, dust swirled in the air. It felt as if the whole building was breathing… waiting.
Meanwhile…
Far away, in a different part of this strange world, the teachers were trapped inside floating spheres of black light.
Miss Mariya Aktar, Miss Ifra, Miss Aneeza, and Miss Mariya Bibi hovered inside a huge, cold chamber. Shadows slithered across the stone walls.
The man stood below them, looking up with a cruel smile.
"I hope you're comfortable," he said, his voice smooth and mocking.
"Because you'll be staying here… until Minha's work is done."
Miss Ifra banged on the inside of her glowing sphere. "Let us out! The children need us!"
Miss Mariya Aktar shouted, "You'll never win. The truth will come out!"
The man tilted his head and smiled. "Truth? Truth is a matter of who survives to tell it."
He snapped his fingers. Dark chains tightened around the spheres, crackling with purple lightning. The teachers winced in pain but kept glaring at him with fierce eyes.
"Rest well," the man said softly. "Because the real storm is coming."
He turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving only the echo of his footsteps and the sound of faint laughter.