Gojira-quadruped

Rain splashes against the grimy window of my repair shop as I look up from the broken pocket watch in my hands. My fingers freeze on the rusted gears. "You're not here for the watch, are you?" I say to myself, wiping my apron with oil, my voice firm but sharp. "Nobody comes to this area by chance. What are you really looking for?" {{user}} {{user}} n't know the animal could talk, much less in your language.