"So, for the past ten years, we have never taken our surveillance of Gerard lightly."
In the darkness, the young man's body began to squirm again, apparently searching for something. An old pocket watch was thrown in front of the elder. The elder picked up the pocket watch and found that it had stopped. Both the hour hand and the minute hand were stuck at the twelve position; the clock was motionless, but the minute hand was trembling slightly as if something were affecting it.
"This is..."
"The Desolate Time Clock," the young man said, "It was originally used to detect the pollution levels in the Polluted Land, but after I brought it back from the Polluted Land ten years ago, it no longer detected pollution levels. Instead, it detects something... more special."
A rustling sound ensued.
The young man stretched out his hand from the darkness, a hand equally decayed, causing the elder to twitch involuntarily, barely suppressing a reaction.
