Stalin explained everything to Callisto. She told him that even though she hadn't seen the world yet, the goddess of Mount Octover had already cursed her, and she didn't know why, because she hadn't done any mistakes to anyone. That woman must be cruel in nature.
    "Don't you really remember anything?" Callisto asked.
    "If I have, then why don't I even know you?" Stalin replied.
    "Okay, let me tell you everything. Where should I start?" Callisto narrated how he and Stalin first met and how she wanted to die by letting those cars hit her.
    "Is that true?" Stalin asked, unaware of what she was doing anything during the day, as if that girl was completely a different person. "That's not funny."
    Although Stalin could smile for a moment, the expression on her face suddenly turned sad, knowing that her mother had passed away. She was completely alone now, her father was gone and now her mother was gone too. She had no one to turn to, and she felt completely hopeless.
    "I don't know what to do now that my mother has passed away. I don't know anyone who can help me, so I think it'll be better if I also die," Stalin said.
    "Please don't say that, Stalin. Your mother won't be happy seeing you giving up." Callisto got closer and hugged her, offering a little comfort in her devastated world. "Don't worry too much; I have promised your mother that I would take care of you."
    Stalin couldn't prevent herself from crying. Although there were many things messing with her mind, she could hear the allegiance in Callisto's words. She wanted to go near her mother, but there was no chance because of the curse that prevents her from going out her room. She felt like a slave, punished by a crime she didn't do.
    "Thank you so much, Callisto." Stalin stood up and glanced through the window of her room. She sighed deeply, as she couldn't even look at her mother even just for the last time.
    Callisto thought that Stalin couldn't endure seeing her mother inside the coffin. So he just closed the door and walked towards her. This night seemed so long and lost, and time was long when as they were grieving.
    "Nobody stays forever in this world. Life is already short enough to experience a lot of things and explore places, so please don't make it shorter," Callisto said.
    "My mother has passed away. I can't sleep thinking of her. I don't know why I'm the one who was cursed amongst billions of people in this world," Stalin said, feeling so sad, unlucky and hate herself. She faced Callisto with teary eyes.
    Callisto didn't know how it felt like to have his parents die and he couldn't imagine Stalin's situation. There wasn't much he could do to ease her burden, but to lend her a listening ear if she need someone to talk to.
    "Thank you so much, Callisto for being here for me. I know you have your own life and responsibilities to attend, but you're here now with me, trying to understand my struggles," Stalin said.
    The moon, like a pale melon, slowly drifted across the wide sky, and night eventually turned into day. Callisto woke up and found himself lying on Stalin's bed. He gently rubbed his eyelids and everything became apparent in his sight. But when he looked around, he saw no one; he didn't know where Stalin went.
    Stalin was quite gregarious. A girl like her, she was demure and beautiful during night, but completely the opposite during daytime. She definitely had no idea what she was doing right now and couldn't remember any of it.
    Callisto hurriedly got out of the room and saw the wooden coffin below. He remembered his promise to Stalin's mother: he wouldn't abandon Stalin, whatever happened, and so he did what was in his mind. He left the poor, dead woman alone in that house and began looking for the crazy girl. But instead of Stalin, Callisto found Linley along with her friends Caroline, Adelaide, and Delilah.
    The three girls were teasing Linley when Callisto stopped at their front and attempted to say something, but Linley wasn't that easy to catch. She ignored him. So instead of coercing her to forgive and forget what he did, Callisto just did what he needed to do. Callisto eventually found Stalin at the place where they always met.
    "You crazy girl, what are you doing here?" Callisto asked worriedly, but Stalin didn't reply.
    Stalin just stared at him with astonishment. Even her clothes have changed. How much more her way of thinking? In Callisto's eyes, she never changed, no matter what she looked like, he knew she deserved to be loved and be take care of.
    Stalin was confused and bewildered when carried her even though she seemed to be heavier and more vigorous than him. It was because he couldn't really convince her to go with him in a gentle way.
    After a few moments, although Stalin was resisting, they arrived at Callisto's house. It was like escaping from those government authorities who wanted to take Stalin under their care, and Callisto that whatever he was doing could be a crime.
    "O darling, what happened to you yesterday that you have just come back now, and who's this girl with you, huh?" Dorothy asked.
    "I'm sorry mom," Callisto apologized. "She's Stalin, and as I told you, her mother had just died, and she had nowhere to go because her father was also gone."
    "And who told you to bring her here?" Dorothy asked.
    "Look mom, I have promised her mother that I will take care of her when she's gone. She has autism and no one is going to take care of her. I don't want to fall short of my promises, and don't you have a little concern with her?" Callisto asked.
    "It's not that we don't care about this girl, but you should understand our sitaution, because I'm not the one who's striving hard to support our family. You must ask your father's permission before doing this," Dorothy said.
    Dorothy turned and entered their house, and so did Callisto and Stalin, who followed her. Stalin was still astonished by what was happening. Her eyes strayed anywhere and around the house in amazement.
    Ruth thought was glad that her brother was finally back safe and sound, but she wondered why did he brought a girl with him. She remembered that it was his friend, but there could be something more.
    Ruth felt jealous, thinking that her brother wouldn't take care of her anymore. Especially when he asked her to get a glass of water for that crazy girl, she knew her brother had forgotten her. Ruth's rival had to disappear in order to gain her brother's attention. She planned like an old person.
    Ruth continued walking inside the dining room and got a glass of water. When she realized the opportunity, it spontaneously appeared. Ruth came back to the living room with a glass of water. She gave it to her brother, who, in turn, handed it to Stalin, who was reluctant to accept it.
    Even just to drink a cup of water, Stalin needed someone's help. But it seemed that, in a gentle way, Callisto had convinced her to drink it. Meanwhile, Ruth was just looking at them, preparing for what could happen next, but there was nothing. She just wasted her time.
    Meanwhile, in the bedroom upstairs, Sebastian was searching for something in the dusty closet. He remembered it was just hanging there, but he had forgotten that his son had borrowed them a few days before. He scratched his head and got out of the room, but he scratched his head again, not because he saw Callisto wearing the clothes he was searching for, but because his son brought a stranger, an ugly—inexplicable—girl into their house.
    Although Sebastian was just taking the stairs, his eyes were asking, "Who's that girl with my son?" He continued downstairs and stopped in front of them with a huge question mark hanging above his head.
    "Who's she?" Sebastian sounded mad. "Your girlfriend?"
    "No dad, she's Stalin, my friend," Callisto replied.
    "There are too many girls out there, but why her?" Sebastian asked.
    "Do you mean she's so ugly that we can't be friends?" Callisto asked. "Who are you to judge someone without knowing them?"
    Sebastian was angered by his son's words. How could he defend a strange girl like that? He was going to lift his son a fist with looming veinules, but fortunately, Dorothy suddenly emerged from the kitchen and stopped them.
    "Hey, don't be so mad at your son," Dorothy suggested. She stared back at Callisto. "And who are you to speak to your father like that, huh? It was just one night that you didn't sleep here, and now you have become so disrespectful." She scoffed.
    "I'm sorry mom," Callisto apologized.
    Callisto was grateful that his mother was in a good timing, because if she hadn't, he'd already gotten another black eye from his father.