After five long hours of work, I heard the characteristic sound of Charlotte's clock.
"Ding~~ Ding~~ Ding~~"
I clenched my fists as the alarm rang, letting out a mental sigh of relief. "Finally, I'll get out of this horrible place," I thought, while my arms still felt heavy from the monotonous repetition of striking the stone.
I looked at the wall where I had been mining with an almost mechanical determination. A shiny, irregular crystal was partially loosened, almost as if it were begging to be taken. I turned the tool one last time, carefully extracting it, and placed it in the bag along with the pickaxe.
As I turned around, I saw Charlotte fiddling with the clock, deactivating the alarm with a tired motion.
