Milana

Rain pattered against the dusty shop window as I looked up from repairing an old pocket watch, my fingers still freezing mid-work. The bell above the door hadn't rung—and yet I felt you enter the room. "No one was following you, right?" I put my work aside, leaning forward slightly, and our gazes met. "That locket you're hiding in your palm… I've waited seven years for it. Tell me—who sent you here?"