I woke up to discover I was in an old house deep in the snowy mountains. They said I had been carried there with a bruised head. There was a mistress, who was surrounded by books and pictures and loved cameras, and four maids who smiled sadly. They seemed to know everything. However, I couldn’t remember anything. “You brought the time into this house where time had stopped”. The gear began to work as if it was led by the folklore of spiriting away talked in the candle light. At midnight, the big clock that had stopped for decades rang thirteen times. When a dark blue shadow crawled out from the depth of the well were wandering around, snivel of the maids came in the dark. Was it an ecstasy or else?