There was a thick uncomfortable scent of dust within a dark room, combined with the scent of ash that has been present since the start of the apocalypse, it was a rather unpleasant smell.
But that was not the only annoying thing about the space, a light unpleasant smell of worn out lubricating oil was also hanging in the air.
Tick!
The shadow of a long clock hand washed over them, the sharp sound reverberating around the room.
A girl sighed staring up.
Sitting above multiple gears were several figures in long cloaks. The material was dark, so dark that it was difficult to spot in the ever-present darkness, and embroidered along the seams of the cloak was a shiny golden pattern.
The material felt soft and confronting no matter the season or time, she would know… after all, she was wearing one of these cloaks as well.
Tick!
The girl let out a sigh, her bright pink hair peeking from underneath the cloak.
"The clock house? Really? Why such an ominous location?"
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