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.”