The morning sun finally rose over "Asha Sadan" orphanage. The violent rainstorm of the previous night had completely passed, leaving behind a clear, bright blue sky. Soft golden sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the guest bedroom, casting a warm, peaceful glow across the floor.

Diya was lying in the center of the large bed. The extreme weaknes still heavily pinned her body to the mattress. Her skin was still very pale, and her eyes looked tired, but the terror of the warehouse was slowly starting to fade, replaced by a deep, quiet sadness.