They gather at night.

The steady click keeping them with time, unified, controlled. Their manufacturer produced them that method.

As more Londoners disappear, their numbers grow.

You have joined their rates. A particular one, with power more potent than any other. Old warlock magic, then one else… an enchantment wound therefore small it’s near impossible to unravel.

And only Eleanor Possibility – the oracle; the girl they contact Pythia – has a hope of saving these unfortunate souls…

… souls that are burdened with the slow loss of life from a clockwork heart.