Elias didn’t run. He couldn’t. The moment he touched the watch, the room shuddered. The ticking echoed in his bones, and for a heartbeat, the blood on the tablecloth retreated into the Lord’s neck. He realized then that the "masterpiece" Lady Vane wanted fixed wasn't a clock—it was time itself.
As the clock struck thirteen, the walls began to bleed gears. Elias realized he hadn't just walked into a murder scene; he had stepped into a ritual. To survive, he would have to use his tools to dismantle the very fabric of the house, rewinding the night to find the killer—even if the truth meant he was destined to be the murderer himself. Gothic Murder: Adventure That Changes Destiny
The manor was a labyrinth of velvet and shadow. Inside, the air smelled of bitter almonds and damp earth. Lady Vane was nowhere to be found, but the dining hall was set for two. At the head of the table sat Lord Vane, his throat opened with surgical precision, a silver pocket watch stuffed into the wound. The hands of the watch were moving backward. Elias didn’t run
Elias Thorne, a disgraced clockmaker with nothing but a satchel of rusted tools, stood before the iron gates. He had been summoned by a letter sealed in black wax—an invitation to repair a "masterpiece" for the reclusive Lady Vane. But as the gates groaned open, Elias felt less like a guest and more like a gear being slotted into a trap. The ticking echoed in his bones, and for