In a city somewhere in the continent of Antarctica, a man with a long coat and a top hat strolled along the streets as the blazing scorching rays of the sun fell on him, mimicking a god's descent.
"I hope he survived." Muttering under his visible breadth, a small smile appeared on his face before he turned his head towards the giant tower in the distance, dwarfing the other houses and buildings.
It was made of golden reinforced plates that shone under the sun; the bustling streets were silent today as each person from their houses stared at the golden tower in the distance that had the structure of a clock tower, yet where there was supposed to be a clock; a majestic balcony was present.
Suddenly, a grin appeared on his face. He took a step to a side before dissolving into shadows and appearing in front of the clock tower.
