?In the quiet seaside town of Greyhaven, where fog clung to the streets, Mia, a bold 16-year-old, found an old shop full of forgotten treasures. Among them sat a strange brass clock - no hands, just a faint hum. She touched it, and it ticked once, loud and sharp. The creepy shopkeeper, with sunken eyes and a crooked smile, warned, "That clock doesn't show time - it takes it." Mia shrugged, paid a few bucks, and took it home.

?That night, the clock ticked again. Mia woke up sweaty, her room the same, but her phone showed tomorrow's date. News screamed about a deadly storm hitting soon - yet the sky outside was calm. Another tick, and she was flung forward a month: her house flooded, her family missing. She gasped, heart racing. With every tick, time jumped - two months, six, a year. She saw her town crumble, dark figures stalking the ruins, her name scratched on a wall in blood.

?She ran back to the shop, now a wreck. The shopkeeper appeared, laughing. "You wanted excitement? Fix it - or lose everything." The clock buzzed in her hands, hot and heavy. Another tick loomed. Mia froze - smash it? Turn it back? Time was slipping. The next tick roared, and the ground shook. She had to choose - now.