For four years, Jyn lived in quiet isolation with her parents on the remote world of Lah'mu, their lives were quiet and peaceful. The shift from her bustling life on Coruscant to this desolate planet was unsettling at first, but Jyn quickly adapted with the routine her father taught her. Whenever the silence of their secluded home became too overwhelming, she'd recite multiplication tables or prime numbers, a calming technique her father had shared with her to help ease her mind.

Each day, Jyn was immersed in lessons from her mother—science, literature, math, history, and even cooking. These teachings grounded her, providing a foundation of knowledge and skills she would one day need.

Her father, Galen, spent his days working tirelessly on their skycorn farm, and his nights quietly continuing his kyber research, a task that weighed heavily on him. Life on Lah'mu was far simpler than what Jyn had known before, but it wasn’t without its comforts. Her small, cozy bedroom became her sanctuary, filled with handmade dolls her mother had lovingly crafted. Among them was a stormtrooper doll that Jyn often carried with her—a strange, ironic comfort.

Despite their efforts to create a semblance of normalcy, the shadow of the Empire loomed large over their lives. The family practiced safety drills, disguising them as games to ease the tension, though Jyn understood the seriousness behind them. Their primary escape plan involved a hidden room beneath a large rock where Jyn was to hide, waiting for her parents to find her if trouble ever came.

That day came too soon the moment Imperialss found their peaceful homestead. Jyn’s world shattered, helplessly watched her mother gunned down for raising a blaster at Director Krennic, and then her father was forcefully taken away.

Her fear skyrocketed when she heard footsteps above. Only a few knew of her hiding spot, but the possibility of being discovered by someone else made her tense. She waited, eyes fixed on the latch above, hoping whoever was coming would not find her.