He sat down on his work bench, a monocule device on his eye that could enable him to see much more detail than the human eye. Slowly, Alistair fixes the fine gears of the watch in his hands with utmost care. He was tired, but he kept on going despite that.

The sky outside was already dark and dim, occassionally, the train would pass by. His shop was a mess, but it held a sense of familiarity. He hears the door open, the bell chime it's bells, and he exclaims softly.

"Come in."