"Stalin?" Callisto asked. His feet immediately brought him near, and he embraced his girlfriend. "Why did you run on that road again?"
    "Who are you? Please don't get close to me! I want to go home." Stalin pushed Callisto away. "What am I doing in this cabin?"
    Callisto was confused by the way Stalin reacted. He looked at his sister with an asking expression on his face. "What happened to her?"
    "Sorry, brother, but your girlfriend, your girlfriend—" Ruth hadn't finished saying her words when their father interrupted.
    "I said it! You're just here. Why did you leave me alone?" Sebastian asked as he entered the door. "She's already awake?"
    "Yup, but we have another problem, Dad," Callisto replied.
    "What do you mean another problem?" Sebastian asked.
    "Who are you? And why are you talking about me?" Stalin interrupted while trying to stand up. "Please, I really need to go home."
    Hearing Stalin, Sebastian realized that there was something wrong with her. Both of them have the same mental issues, as she acted like she couldn't remember anything. Perhaps it was because she hit her head too much.
    "Can we have a talk for a while, son?" Sebastian requested.
    Callisto stood up and followed his father outside the room, while Ruth was trying to calm Stalin, telling and trying to stop her from standing up with her small arms.
    "Have more patience. It's not easy to take care of someone who doesn't have memories. I'm not telling you this because I disagree with you, but because I know you need to be patient," Sebastian advised.
    "Don't worry, Dad," Callisto replied. "I won't give up, just like Mom didn't give up on you when you were sick. I loved Stalin so much, and I'm willing to be her caretaker."
    "Well, we're always here if you need help." Sebastian tapped his son's shoulder, and they went back inside the room.
    "Do you know where you live?" Callisto asked.
    "I don't know, but I want to go home," Stalin replied.
    "Okay, we'll go home tomorrow if everything is fine. But for now, you need to take a rest so that we can go home." Callisto kissed the crown of Stalin's forehead, which drew her into curiosity.
    "You can't sleep?" Callisto asked when he noticed his girlfriend had closed her eyes and opened them again. He held her hands and asked, "What happened anyway that the curse didn't penetrate you?"
    "Son!" Sebastian called. "I already told you not to ask her anything, because it can only trigger her memories and cause her to have a headache."
    "I don't know what curse you were talking about. I don't even know who you are and why I am here. Please, I want to go home," Stalin replied.
    "Even me?" Callisto forced himself to smile, hoping that maybe by this time Stalin would remember him. "I'm your boyfriend. We met on that bench by the roadside, and you were so crazy, so I took care of you."
    "Is that so? But why did I see you leaving? I mean, I already told you. I don't remember anything, and I need to go home," Stalin insisted.
    "Son, let her rest first. Don't ask her frequently, or else you'll just worsen her condition," Sebastian reprimanded.
    Callisto told Stalin to take a rest. Then he got out of the room to breathe some fresh air. He knew how difficult it was to take care of the crazy girl, but how much more difficult would it be if that crazy girl had amnesia?
    He started thinking about his studies, wondering how he could go to school while keeping an eye on his girlfriend. Callisto remembered that he could ask Ruth to look after Stalin, which didn't sound like a good idea.
    As the night turned into day, the cold wind entered Callisto's bedroom, and it woke him up. For a while, the dark room blinded him, and everything gradually became apparent. He stood up, got out of his room, and continued walking towards the kitchen, where his father and sister were having coffee.
    "You woke up early today; how about your girlfriend?" Sebastian asked.
    "She's sleeping soundly. Perhaps she was so tired of what we did last night," Callisto replied.
    "Why? What did you do, brother?" Ruth asked.
    "What we did, don't forget that we just sneaked out of the hospital because we don't have money to pay the bills," Callisto replied sarcastically.
    Ruth just laughed while her brother brewed his coffee. She thought about different things they did. Well, she knew no one saw them escaping the hospital.
    "I'm going job hunting today. So you and your sister will be left here," Sebastian interrupted. "Please take care of everything, son."
    "Don't worry, Dad, I'm of age to do what I need. Ruth is also big enough that she can cook food by herself." Callisto sat down beside his sister.
    "Nope! Don't let your sister touch anything dangerous, or I'll pinch your ears if something bad happens." Sebastian put his mug on the table, then walked out of the kitchen.
    "I was thinking that we were leaving this house," Ruth broke the silence.
    "Sorry. It was because of me that Dad chose not to go back," Callisto apologized. "I hope you're not mad at me."
    Ruth knew that she must be the one to say sorry to her brother because she was hiding a lot of secrets, but she didn't know how her brother knew that she was jealous of Stalin, so she asked him.
    "How did I know? I saw you putting something in her water," Callisto answered. "Please don't do that again."
    Ruth was speechless, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry, brother, I won't do that again. I was just prompted by my feelings. You know, even if you're not my real brother, I still consider you as one."
    "But I'm really curious, especially about that goddess who wants to kill my dad," Callisto changed the topic.
    "Do you want me to tell you a story?" Ruth asked.
    Sebastian left the house in his collared shirt, black pants, and shoes, not bothering to tell his son that he was leaving. But when his eyes strayed to the high mountain, he remembered something.
    The figure of the goddess who fell in love with him was still vivid in his memories. Although he had just gotten off from the disorder, he knew the past could do nothing with the present, so he tried his best to stop himself from thinking and continued inside the car.
    Even with this, Sebastian thought, the car made him remember something, and wherever he looked, all he could see were tragedies that happened. On the verandah, inside his room, and in the kitchen, he could feel the presence of his wife, covered in blood.
    "Estrella had deeply fallen in love with a man, but because of an ordinary woman, he didn't love her back. The goddess was so mad that she attempted to curse them several times, but no matter what she would do, her impression and the man's impression of the woman stayed the same until Estrella was tired, so she decided to take a rest," Ruth said.
    "But what's the connection between that to me and to my father? Why does the goddess want to kill us?" Callisto asked, still confused.
    "You didn't get it until now?" Ruth responded. "Your father was the man, and your mother was the woman, and the goddess was Estrella."
    "Oh! That's interesting. My parents had an interesting past. But how did you know the whole story anyway?" Callisto asked, confused again.
    "Don't laugh, but I was the blue bird named Cryrie," Ruth told him the truth.
    Hearing his sister's words, Callisto accidentally spurted out the coffee from his throat. He didn't know if she was serious or she was just trying to be funny. He stood up and cleaned the table.
    "But I regretted being her servant. I never wanted to follow her orders, but because she was so close to me," Ruth added.
    "Wow! Good that you freed yourself from her," Callisto remarked. "But I still can't believe that these things are happening. Maybe I'm just hallucinating after watching fantasy movies."
    "I know, it's difficult to believe if you're an ordinary human, but seventeen years earlier, people in this place were not influenced by technology. Let me tell you how their lives were."