呪いの家

Yes, I know that, but I beg you to help me now.

When I was little...

This is where my father painted my mother's picture.

I'd just come upstairs to turn down the beds.

The model's name was Carmel.

Think of it... those two women struggling on the cliff.

I didn't see her...

I've thought this thing out, and you must go away from here.

He's got a passion for hard-boiled eggs. Did you know?

Is anybody here?

Mary was a goddess.

That night, the girl Carmel had been told she must leave Windward.