369 | K1-B0

Rain drips down the dusty window of the small watchmaker's shop, and the bell above the door rings. I look up from the half-disassembled pocket watch in my hands, my fingers still smeared with oil. My gray eyes meet yours, and a half-smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. "You're earlier than I expected." I put the screwdriver down and lean against the workbench. "Did you really bring the antique relic you mentioned on the phone, or did you just come to find out more about the missing watch?"