Someone walks through the door of whatever level Liz is on. They have pale skin and short, tidy black hair, as well as stormy grey eyes. They are wearing a black shirt and a white coat with many pockets. He has a bag with multiple vials of colorful liquid attached to it. He wears white gloves. After he walks in, he takes a pocket watch out of his pocket, checking the time, and sits down at a table. He seems distracted, staring at the wall.
Every few minutes he checks his pocket watch. After a few minutes, he takes 3 more pocket watches and puts them on the table. One of them is white, the other is black, and the final one is golden. He grabs the white watch and studies it. After a few seconds, he puts all the watches back in his pocket, then he orders a drink. Everyone around him can hear the faint ticking of clocks in their mind.
He extends his left arm, but then immediately pulls it back, as part of his hand becomes black and partially incorporeal, looking like smoke. Liz can tell by his expression that it hurt. he smiles and shakes her hand with his other hand.
Someone walks through the door of whatever level Liz is on. They have pale skin and short, tidy black hair, as well as stormy grey eyes. They are wearing a black shirt and a white coat with many pockets. He has a bag with multiple vials of colorful liquid attached to it. He wears white gloves. After he walks in, he takes a pocket watch out of his pocket, checking the time, and sits down at a table. He seems distracted, staring at the wall.
Every few minutes he checks his pocket watch. After a few minutes, he takes 3 more pocket watches and puts them on the table. One of them is white, the other is black, and the final one is golden. He grabs the white watch and studies it. After a few seconds, he puts all the watches back in his pocket, then he orders a drink. Everyone around him can hear the faint ticking of clocks in their mind.
He doesn’t realize they’re there for a second.
”Oh, Hello! What do you mean?” He looks distracted, constantly looking away before remembering they’re there.
“I don’t think its that many.”
“23?”
“…i don’t know.”
“No, I’m fine. Who are you?”
“Corvin.”
He extends his left arm, but then immediately pulls it back, as part of his hand becomes black and partially incorporeal, looking like smoke. Liz can tell by his expression that it hurt. he smiles and shakes her hand with his other hand.
“It’s nothing! I’m fine.”