Vector was lying on a thrown of clocks. He was playing with his pocket watch when he heard footsteps. He closed his eyes and watched from a clock on the wall. His vision was blurry from dust. He saw the silhouette of a stranger. 'Is this a follower of mine?' he thought. He opened his eyes as the person stepped inside. "Who are you!?" He yelled, his voice echoing through the halls.
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