Clocktower Confro.

Enola steps carefully onto the creaking metal stairs of the clocktower, Y/n close behind. Y/n: “Are you sure this is the right place?” Enola: “If they wanted to stay hidden, nowhere better than here.” A shadow flickers across the giant clock face. Suddenly, footsteps approach. Voice from the dark: “You’re clever, Enola — but not clever enough.”