Student B: Did you hear it? Did you hear it?
Student B: It's the rain! It's raining outside!
Student B: Climb up the stairs and open the lock ... and then we can get in the watchtower!
Vertin: Don't let down your guard. Let me see.
Vertin: It's an ordinary iron gate. Through that door frame, everything on the first floor of the northwest watchtower is plainly presented.
Vertin: In the oval-shaped room, they see a wall phone, a coat rack, and some randomly hunched batons.
Vertin: No signs of people on the first floor. Behind the shutters, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles outside.
Vertin: ... That's the gunfire for freedom.
“The Ring”: How are the Shamirs with the lock? Oh! Good for them. The door is unlocked ...!
Isabella: Shhh ...! Don't get excited now! We haven't gone out yet!
Isabella: One after another, keep it quiet ...! Don't touch anything.
The kids walk out of the room one after another.
There's tension in the air.
“The Ring”: The guards should be on the second floor. Let's move!
What stands between them and the outside world is a simple wooden door. There's no lock on it. It can be easily opened with a twist at the door knob.
The round keyhole on the door feels warm.
Vertin: ...
“The Ring”: Relax, Vertin. The best is yet to come!
“The Ring”: Wait till we take a breath of the real air ... Till we stuff ourselves with delicious food ... And till we get back to our country ...
“The Ring”: There's so much more for us to be shivering at, but in excitement!
Vertin: You're right.
Student B: Let's open it together.
Student C: Three, two, one ...
Their hands feel warm.
Isabella: May the freedom be with us!
Student B: Let's goooo!
Isabella: Vertin ...! Come outside!!
“The Ring”: Freedom ...! Long live liberty ...!
They wave at her happily.
There is a gentle push at the back; Vertin finds herself standing outside the door.
Vertin: Ha ...
Vertin: The first thing that comes to her senses is a moist, complex smell, coming from various kinds of food.
Vertin: Then a loud thunder.
Vertin: Like a celebratory salute ...
Vertin: Meanwhile, people's clothes fall to the ground like confetti.
Vertin: At last, a scratchy sound, like something ferrous, falls on the ground.
Vertin: ...?
Vertin: ...!
Z: Vertin.
Z: Do you want to be ... the Timekeeper?
Constantine: Heh, checkmate.
