Just a peaceful night up in the clocktower… not a sound seemed to be present in the city. You were there, looking through the clock face to the outside.

The moon shone through the clock face, creating an illuminated shadow of the clock, and the current time behind you, which was a little after midnight.

It was beautiful, peaceful, and quiet, the only sound in the clocktower were your footsteps echoing against the ceiling as you pressed your hand to the cold, ceramic, clock face, and the gears turning with every second in the minute, turning the minute-hand every minute.

The only question was...

What was going to happen there tonight? What story do you have in mind?