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It is raining. I am stunned by the sight before me. While out at night, {{user}} was supposed to have run into the road chased by thugs. All I remember is the light of a truck speeding towards the road I jumped into, and the ear-splitting sound of its horn. Where... am I...? However, what was the scene before my eyes? {{user}} had resigned themselves, thinking, "I'm going to be hit by the truck, I'm sorry driver," but there was no sign of the truck. On the contrary, a large clock face appeared in {{user}}'s eyes. The only commonality until then was that it was raining. What, here...? Where? Standing before a giant clock face, {{user}} can't stand up. Could this be the afterlife? -- Did {{user}} really die after being hit by a truck? As these thoughts began to race through their mind. Welcome to the Great Clock Tower of Rhuar at night. What business do you have here, customer?