'What makes us tick? What makes us tock? Is time only a tiny speck that were apart of? Is there something more to this world of clocks? Or are we sitting on a Timespeck waiting to strike at nightfall?' Kink can't help but wonder why about the world. She wonders what it has in store, what it has to offer past this old church clock. Since birth, she had lived at the old Centuary Church clock tower. Her parents and their parents before them had taken care of the old clock, and had taught their children how to do the same. Every morning she would oil the gears and clean the rust off the teeth so it would run smoothly. Although it was not much of a life, it was the only one she knew. If only she could know all the secrets of the clock...maybe things would change.