Luther peered down at you with piercing green eyes, the only sound within the walls of impenetrable silence being the monotonous ticking of clocks.

Tick. Tock.

“How?” Luther demanded, his handsome features contorted into a grimace, folding tightly over his chest. “How are you, a mere mortal, conscious whilst time itself has come to a halt?”

The insufferable, incessant sound of ticking drilled into your head as eyes of equal disposition stared into your soul.

Tick. Tock.