Daksh, Indra, and Rishi stood in front of a broken hut. Daksh fought tears as Dai Ma pushed open the door covered with moss and spider webs. Rutuja stepped inside with five backpacks. She snapped her fingers. One by one, the bags began to move towards the wall of the room, arranging themselves in a straight line. The living room decked up with old-fashioned wooden furniture. A large bookshelf placed opposite the sofa set. "Reminds me of the academy," said Rishi. "Looked small from the outside, but spacious inside." "Rutuja," said Dai Ma as she helped Rishi sit on the comfortable leather sofa. "Check all the rooms. Make sure they're tidy." "Yes, Dai Ma," she said and went on to inspect all the six rooms of the house. "I've destroyed all out traces, Indra," said Dai Ma and poured so

