CHAPTER 88
The moment Van received the watch, he moved with blurring speed, seizing control of the chair and the study table in the room.
Within the blink of an eye, every single item previously resting on the desk was swept aside, clattering to the ground to make space.
In their place, a chaotic assortment of countless tools appeared—instruments Van frequently worked with, many of which the others had long ago deemed useless junk.
Ray stood tensely over Van, watching as his friend manipulated a small object that resembled a fine pin.
Van was currently, slowly, and meticulously moving the pin around the delicate seams at the back of the watch casing.
Kai, on the other hand, was letting the stress get the better of him.
He paced back and forth across the small room, his constant ramblings coming and going like a broken playlist fading in and out of focus.
