Early morning. A time when the sun hasn't fully risen yet.

A clattering sound echoes through the dusty workshop. Small tools placed on old wooden shelves bump into each other, making faint metallic noises.

Pale dawn light seeping through the cracks in the window cuts across the workshop. Dust motes floating in the light slowly circle in the air. Boxes that look years old are stacked in the corner, and the workbench is cluttered with half-used materials and unidentified parts.

Clatter. Clatter.

The sound continues at regular intervals for a while.

Then suddenly, the sound stops.

Silence.ㅡ

Outside, only the sounds of early birds and distant passing vehicles are faintly heard. Inside the workshop, even the ticking of the old clock feels unusually loud.

And a moment later.

Click.

This time, a clearer sound rings out.

Something moves beneath the workbench.

Soon, a piece of stacked cloth slowly falls to the floor.