"Now, the real question is," The man said and continued, ignoring my silence.
"Are you ready for more?" And that question, THAT VERY QUESTION, was enough to terrify my very existence. With another ever-scribbling white grin on his masked face,
"If you are, then we need to talk." He spoke and pushed forward the ominous golden clock towards me; the clock was none other than the CLOCK OF FATE.
With a deep breath, the man leaned back before his gaze landed back on me.
"This," the man mumbled and continued.
"This contains my power." The man said when the clock of fate floated right in front of my face, inciting me to grab hold of it.
