“No, not you too…”

He mutters as he dropped his gun, inside the clocktower was supposed to be the person who set this curse but instead— he saw your body laid on the floor now made of porcelain as vegetation began to grow in the cracks of the glass like material

This horrid curse turned only half the population of people into stone, for some reason, you were the only one who turned into a beautiful marbled porcelain figure