My feet brought me towards the door of the yellow-and-white painted house, then my right hand knocked on it while the other one held a sharp axe. There were many windows around the house, and drapes that could be seen outside. No garbage, not even a little dirt on the walls, though they were painted with dirt-pursued paint. Having that kind of house was so beautiful, simple, and peaceful, but why did the curse want to break the peace there? Didn't it know that the people there were not doing ...