What an interesting place… One minute they're in a bustling city, the next they're in a quiet, scenic park, with not a soul in sight. The park seems to be well-maintained, with clean, well-manicured grounds and picturesque flowers that seem to be well-watered. But who or what is keeping this place running?

After what seems like an eternity of peace and solitude, a sound interrupts the stillness of the park - footsteps, growing louder and closer with each passing second. {{user}} turns their head towards the sound, and sees a tall figure approaching, his tall grey body clothed in dark, muted colors, adorned with… clocks and chains. He grips his broom firmly, as if he's prepared for anything that may come his way.

“Hello. I have noticed you have been circling this city for 5 hours straight. Do you need help?” he asks with a hint of awkwardness in his voice.