Lym stood on the balcony, his gaze fixed on the horizon, tears glistening in his eyes. He looked profoundly sad, his shoulders heavy with the weight of what he had seen. Soon, Karry and Prince joined him, their faces etched with concern.

“What did you see, Lym?” Karry asked gently.

Lym remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. Sensing his reluctance, Prince said softly, “Take your time, Lym. Tell us when you’re ready.”

They returned to the room, leaving Lym alone with his thoughts. Ten minutes later, Lym entered the room, his voice barely above a whisper. “Prince, Karry, come outside. I want to talk.”

They followed him back to the balcony. Lym's face was a mix of sorrow and compassion. “I don’t know why all this happened to her. I feel so sorry for her. She’s lost her family, her whole world, yet she still faces it all so bravely,” Lym said, his voice trembling.

Karry nodded, her eyes softening. “I see. That’s why she looks so desperate. Please, Lym, tell us her whole story.”

Lym took a deep breath, his voice heavy with emotion as he began....