"Delusions...., since June 1st, i dont know what it is, but something in the air has been rising and it is not stopping, various reports have come in from ice being harder than iron, and a massive shadow stirring things beneath the ocean, and this things just keep happening and it has been rising a lot in intensity, though for now it seems things are still low-key, but thats not the point, what all these has in common is that, they are all happening at spots where momentous history has been made, with their assoiciated relics taken, or spots taken as legends in small tribes and communities.
But something else is going on out there, Now i dont know what going on, but after taking a spear, from ...it doesnt matter where its from, but after running some tests on it, we have found unsettingling results, now i dont know whats happening but relics from that time, must be properly secured, so we can prepare from what is coming"
the man looked at Hastings in the eye for some seconds before standing up and clearing his throat, facing the rest of the people present he said to them
"well u heard the man, secure all relics, bring it, contain it, meeting adjourned"
Back in his modest apartment, Ethan let out a sigh of relief as he shut the door behind him. The familiarity of his small living space wrapped around him like a warm blanket. He tossed his jacket onto the back of a chair, the pocket watch slipping from his pocket and landing quietly on the hardwood floor.
He made himself a cup of coffee, the bittersweet aroma filling the air as he mulled over his night shift. As the caffeine began to work its magic, something glinted from the corner of his eye.
Ethan turned, spotting the pocket watch lying on the floor. A wave of curiosity washed over him as he knelt to pick it up.
The watch's intricate engravings seemed to shimmer in the morning light, and he felt a strange pull towards it. He turned it over in his hands, marveling at the design of the bronze pocket watch.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed, jolting him back to reality. It was a text from his friend, Jake: "Any luck finding work, Let's grab a drink later!"
Ethan hesitated, staring at the watch, getting a strange feeling
"Yes the Gods finally opened a path, i found a job, as for the drink, hmmm....maybe I'll just stay in today, maybe later"
he replied, brfore dropping his phone on his kitchen counter,
He decided to sleep late since tomorrow was a friday and it was somebody turn to take the night shift. Ethan did his best to distract himself with mundane tasks, cleaning his apartment, organizing his shelves of books, and fixing a squeaky door hinge, until he was tired and got sleepy