The Woman From Hell

"Yeah, Mr. Carter. Don't you trust me? Miss Lane is a friend of mine. We won't simply talk nonsense," Marius echoed.

I stared at Mr. Carter eagerly, expecting him to speak.

Likely moved by my passionate gaze, Mr. Carter finally nodded. "Alright, but please don't spread this matter. It'll affect us a lot otherwise."

"Okay, don't worry. We'll keep it secret." Marius winked at me, motioning for me to agree.

I instantly understood. "That's right, we won't say anything!"

Mr. Carter sighed heavily again. I felt something was wrong even before I heard the story.

He took a sip of water and then slowly said, "Only those of us who have lived here for a long time know about this matter. Those who moved in the past 20 years probably don't."

I sensed that it was an extraordinary incident the moment he said that. It seemed like something that happened decades ago. Could it be the same incident I was thinking about?

I continued listening to Mr. Carter with anticipation.

young lady had climbed to the top of the mountain

shocked when I

happened 30 years

top of a

"Why doesn't anyone know

help suppress the news as well. They got us to keep quiet, but a newspaper published about it before they managed to suppress the news completely. Fortunately, it was only our

did not want outsiders to know that a life had been lost, but why

"The girl died here, so shouldn't the family ask for compensation? Why would

this strange. Back then, I thought if it was possible that the lady was forced to her death

might be

case, it was

your first meeting with Miss Lane?" Marius asked the question I wanted

newspaper, and there was a photo of the lady in the newspaper. I thought you vaguely looked like her when I saw

Miss Lane,

dazed," Mr. Carter admitted