The castle walls stood silent.
Minha sat alone on an old, cracked bench in the castle's garden. The once-sweet smell of candy had faded into the iron scent of blood and sorrow. Her black hoodie hung low, her mask in her hands.
Her eyes, usually so empty, now looked tired—filled with something heavy… guilt.
She whispered to herself:
"Now I understand... why Miss Sora always said... no one is fully evil. There's always some good in every heart. Even the darkest soul hides an innocent child… and every kind face may hide a monster… Haah…"
Her voice cracked. She didn't want to fight them. She didn't want to be this. But she had to be.
Back in the world of teachers, Miss Aneela, Miss Ifra, Miss Aneeza, and **Section Head Mariya Aktar** were trapped in a secure, dark room. Strange light flickered around them.
Suddenly, the room began to shift like a dream. Or a **memory playing out like a movie**.
They saw a smallgirl , sitting alone in the corner of a cold lab. She was hugging her knees, whispering:
"Mama… Baba…Brother Hani… I miss you. Please come get me."
Her eyes were full of hope… and pain.
Then, two doctors walked in. One of them was a woman with sharp glasses and a cold face.
"It's time," she said.
The machines beeped. Lights flashed. The girl was injected with something glowing blue. Her body shook. She cried.
Then came silence…
The doctor smiled.
"Call the boss," she said.
(We'll call her " Dr. Alya" .)
Moments later, a man entered. Well-dressed. Polite. Calm. Too calm.
He gently approached the child.
"You did well," he whispered, offering her water and wrapping her in a warm blanket.
Then he lifted her into his arms and walked into a secret chamber.
Inside, the teachers saw something strange—a **beautiful woman** lying inside a glass capsule, like a sleeping angel. She was not awake. Maybe not alive.
The little girl gasped.
"She's sooooooo beautiful! Like a fairy! But... she's not alive. Just like my family..."
The man's expression changed. He knelt beside the capsule and looked at her with love and pain.
"Her name," he said gently, **"was Minha."**
The girl tilted her head.
"Minha"!
He smiled.
"Yes. From now on, your name will be Minha too. Because every time someone calls you Minha, you will remember… your mission."
The girl nodded.
"Will I get my family back?"
"Yes," he whispered. "And I will get my wife back. But only if you do exactly what I say."
Then he turned and called out:
"Miss Sora. Train her."
From the shadows, a kind-looking woman stepped forward—Miss Sora.
Her eyes held sorrow. And secrets.
The spell cast by Miss Ifra was still active. The illusion faded slowly.
Suddenly, the teachers heard a soft voice behind them.
"Well, well… that spell of yours is really powerful."
They turned.
Standing before them was the girl —dressed in school uniform.
Miss Mariya Aktar stepped forward, shocked.
"Where are our students?!"
The girl smirked.
"Oh, they're exactly where they need to be… inside the truth… inside the game… inside their mind."
Darkness flickered in her eyes.
The teachers didn't know what shocked them more:
The girl's words…
Or the fact that her shadow… was gone.
To be continued!!!...