In an old mountain building closed to snow. He was injured in his head and was carried. Surrounded by books and paintings, the mysterious female owner who loves camellia and her four maids who smile sadly all seem to know everything. “I” don’t know. Everything I can’t remember.
“You have brought time into this timeless mansion.”
The gears began to rotate, guided by the spirited away folklore told by candlelight. Midnight. A big clock that hasn’t moved for decades announces a thirteen-point bell. The sobbing of the maids, who can be heard in the darkness, is ecstatic when the Aoguro Kage crawls from the bottom of the inner well.
