Henry was laying on his bed and the pain of his wound still lingering in his arm. The bullet that was fired had torn through his flesh and left a wound that refused to heal. "Henry, your wound require additional time to mend. The bullet that struck you appears to be of an unusual composition." Butler Mr. Howard informed with a somber expression. "How long? I don't have time for this. The shadow syndicate is closing on me." Henry cursed. "Don't worry, Henry. Your friend, Prosecutor Tristan Morris is currently seeking a solution to your dilemma." he assured him. Hours turned into days as Henry endured the agonizing pain. While Mr. Howard and Tristan worked tirelessly poring over medical texts and consulting with the finest healers in the city but a cure is remained elusive. "Tristan, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. The syndicate will be here soon." Henry pleaded. Tristan frowned and his brow furrowed in frustration, "I'm doing everything I can, Henry. But I fear this
The man lunged at Lydia but Tristan managed to break free and tackle it to the ground. They grappled on the floor and their bodies slamming against the wall. Tristan finally managed to get the figure into a choke hold but it was too strong for him. The figure's fingers dug into Tristan's throat, cutting off his air for supply. Tristan's vision started to blur and in that moment, he knew he was about to die. Suddenly, he heard a loud crash. Tristan looked up and saw Lydia standing over the man, holding a broken chair leg. She had struck the man in the head and knocking it unconscious. "Are you okay?" Lydia asked as Tristan gasped for breath as Lydia helped him to his feet. "Thanks, you saved my life." Tristan nodded as his doubts towards her vanishrd. Henry was right, she's not an enemy. "Let's get out of here before he wakes up." Lydia said.Tristan nodded grimly, but his eyes were drawn back to the unconscious man on the floor. Curiousity mingled with dread as he cautiously ap
Henry walked through the city streets with the strange man. While he couldn't help but be amazed by the sights and sounds around him. Everything was advanced and futuristic that it overwhelmed him. After a few minutes of walking, the man led Henry to a parked flying car. Henry felt an excitement and the fear at the thought of a car flying in the air. The man then chuckled at his expression. "Looks like you haven't tried riding a flying car," the said. "Uhm, I'm not just use to it," Henry excused, awkwardly put his seat belt. As the car lifted off the ground and soared through the sky, Henry couldn't help but let out a gasp of amazement. The feeling of weightlessness and the incredible view of the city below left him speechless. After a short while, they landed at the man's secluded home on the outskirts lf the city. The man led Henry inside and showed him to a room where he could stay for a while. "You can stay here for as long as you need but know that I am a skeptical person a
Henry continued to listen intently to the conversation between Mr. Reginald Thompson and Mr. Wolf and they delved deeper into their plans, discussing the watch they are going to create. "The Chronos Weavers have been instrumental in this endeavor and their mastery of time manipulation has allowed us to push the boundaries of horological innovation." Mr. Thompson remarked. "Indeed, this watch will be a marvel, capable of alerting the very fabric of time." Mr. Wolf agreed. Henry's mind raced with questions. What kind of power could such a watch posses? How would it impact the course of history? He strained to hear every word, desperate to unravel the secrets they held. Henry immediately returned to the dinner table when they're done talking. Henry tried to appear composed but his thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion. While Mr. Thompson seemed to sense that he's uneasy. "Henry, I believe it's time we had a little chat." Me. Thompson said. Henry's heart skipped a beat. Had he been
Henry navigates the laboratories corridors and Nova was pissed guiding him, "Sentinels approaching, Henry."He glanced around and spotted an open vent. Without hesitation, he slipped inside and crawled through the narrow passageway, his body pressed against the cold metal wallsHe stealthily followed Mr. Reginald Thompson and Mr. Wolf. Henry finally emerged from the vent and found himself in a chamber, but he immediately hid in a wall when Mr. Thompson and a group of scientists huddled around a table. Their faces illuminated by flickering holographic displays. His heart pounded in his chest as Nova transmitted their hushed conversation to his ears. "The Quantum Reverie watch system must be perfected. The fate of time itself hangs in the balance." Mr. Wolf said. "The prototype has shown promising results but we must be cautious. The Chronarium Committee will be watching our every move." another scientist said who's name was Dr. Gilman. "We have no choice, the Chronarium is corrupt
Henry was held captive in the depths of a concealed bunker. Surrounded by darkness, Henry couldn't see the place around him but heard voices echoing through the desolate void. "You made a grave mistake, Henry. Eavesdropping on my plans was a foolish gambit. You think I'll let it slip when you did it twice?" Mr. Wolf dictated. Henry's mind raced as he strained to identify his captor but he knew the voice belongs to Mr. Wolf, one of the Chronos Weavers scientists. "Also, you aren't who you claim to be. You're not Thompson's son." he continued and made Henry shiver. "I'm not his son, I'm just a stranger and he helped me stay in his house because I'm lost. And about your plan, I don't have anything to do with it. I don't even understand anything. " Henry protested."Really? But I think you do. I know you've been playing a dangerous game. We know you're not just an ordinary thief." Mr. Wolf retorted. Henry gulped as he didn't expect that even in year 3000, somebody will still call him
Henry continued to follow Mr. Wolf through the maze-like corridos of the Chronos Weavers laboratory. And he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the technology surrounding him. The walls were lined with intricate machinery humming softly as they worked tirelessly to create the watches that made them famous. "So how do you're exactly make these watches with AI assistance?" Henry asked as curiosity getting the best of him. Mr. Wolf turned to him with a smile. "It's all about precision and skill. Our organization is composed of incredible scientists and engineers who ensure that each watch is crafted with the utmost care and attention to detail. The artificial intelligence watches are designed as it helps to streamline the process and ensure that each watch is flawless in its design and functionality." he explained. As they continued through the laboratory Mr. Wolf began to explain more about the workers inside. "Well, I'm glad that we have the best scientists and engi
The darkness started to cover the city and Mr. Thompson dragged Henry into his silver flying car that was glowing in the bustling metropolis. "We must leave now, Henry." Mr. Thompson beckoned. And Henry couldn't do anything but obey him. The vehicle ascended into the air with breathtaking speed and its engine hummed. They soared through the starlit sky and Henry gazed out the window and was amazed of the view below them. "Where are we going?" Henry asked. "Too safety. There is a place where you will be protected from the dangers that lurk in the shadows." Mr. Thompson replied evasively. Henry's curiosity burned within him but he knew better than Mr. Thompson for answers. As the car approached its destination, Henry saw the familiar mansion nestle in the lush gardens. "I cannot stay here and I have responsibilities. I need to find." Henry protested. "You need to stay out of the Chronos Weavers laboratory. And you must never speak to Mr. Wolf again. He is a dangerous man, Henry. H