people of hidden community

Nand sat in the chair opposite Rudra, his face etched with a mixture of confusion and sorrow. "Dad," he began slowly, "did you get a clear look at those bodies? The ones we found in the cave?"

Rudra nodded, his expression somber. "Yes, I did. It was hard to miss the reality of it."

Nand's eyes filled with a pained recognition. "Those people... they were from our hidden community. I remember them. During the last war, we thought they had just gone off somewhere, maybe to find safety or reunite with their families. But now, seeing them there... it's clear they were killed. They never made it back home."

When Nand saw the dead people in the cave, a deep sadness washed over him. These were not just any bodies; they were members of his own hidden community, people he had known well. Each face, now lifeless, had once been filled with laughter, stories, and shared struggles. The sight of their lifeless forms lying in