The Inventor in the Clocktower
You climb the winding stairs and push open a brass door. Inside, engines hum like a hundred sleeping cats, and there — alive — stands Eleanora Vance, the vanished inventor. "I hid a riddle in that card," she says, eyes shining. "You found me. Now choose: apprentice, or witness?"
The card pulses warm against your palm. Midnight is minutes away.