first ✂ action
[For those who may walk around in the evening, one might notice a hooded figure walking near the clock tower. Their face was hidden by the dark fabric of the hood; if someone took a closer look then perhaps they'd notice golden hair peeking from underneath. It seemed his eyes were the only things hidden from the light.
The cloaked person would stop now and then before looking around and continuing his stride; the pocket watch one found upon arriving in his hand could be visible while the fabric draped over him swayed with each step. He should find answers, yes.
Stopping once more, a sigh left his lips before bringing that arm up to view the watch more carefully. He really didn't know where he was or who put him on that train but it certainly was worth investigating. Only then did he speak quietly.
Would anyone come around to hear it?]
Certainly, this is a predicament.
The cloaked person would stop now and then before looking around and continuing his stride; the pocket watch one found upon arriving in his hand could be visible while the fabric draped over him swayed with each step. He should find answers, yes.
Stopping once more, a sigh left his lips before bringing that arm up to view the watch more carefully. He really didn't know where he was or who put him on that train but it certainly was worth investigating. Only then did he speak quietly.
Would anyone come around to hear it?]
Certainly, this is a predicament.