Synopsis
I regained consciousness in an old house deep within the snowy mountains. I had been carried there, with a bruise on my head. There was a mistress surrounded by books and pictures, who had a passion for cameras, along with four maids who wore sad smiles. They seemed to know everything. Yet I could not recall a single thing. "You brought time into this house, where time had come to a stop." The gears began to turn, as if guided by the legend of spirit abduction whispered by candlelight. At midnight, the great clock that had been still for decades rang out thirteen times. A dark blue shadow crept up from the depths of the well and wandered about, while the muffled sobs of the maids echoed in the darkness. Was it ecstasy, or something else?