Ryan wasn’t just at the junk shop looking for parts; he was on the hunt for key components for his next project — a sophisticated surveillance system. He had become a quiet figure in the neighborhood, known only through word of mouth for his uncanny ability to uncover hidden truths and solve problems others couldn’t. His identity as a “detective” was never public; he didn’t have a badge or an office. People contacted him discreetly, often through encrypted messages or anonymous requests, when they needed help with things that couldn’t be solved by the police or simply weren’t safe to investigate openly.

  With a growing network of hidden cameras, listening devices, and trackers, Ryan built his tools from whatever he could scavenge. He used his expertise in electronics to repurpose discarded gadgets, turning broken cameras, circuit boards, and old sensors into cutting-edge surveillance equipment. His work wasn’t flashy, and he rarely sought recognition — but he had a reputation. If you needed someone to gather evidence, uncover secrets, or follow someone without being noticed, Ryan was the one you contacted.

  The junk shop, with its tangled mess of obsolete technology, was his perfect hunting ground. What others saw as discarded junk, he saw as potential — each piece a new tool for his quiet work. And today, as he rummaged through the piles, he knew he was one step closer to solving a case that had been bugging him for weeks.

  The shelves were cluttered with old circuit boards, half-dismantled radios, and outdated gadgets. Ryan’s fingers brushed over them absentmindedly until they landed on something cold and metallic. He turned to see an old wristwatch hidden beneath a pile of tangled wires. It wasn’t anything fancy at first glance, just a simple, slightly rusted silver watch with a thick leather band. But there was something about it, a strange pull that Ryan couldn’t explain.

  Curious, he picked it up, examining it more closely. The face of the watch was cracked, with a translucent, worn-out appearance, and the numbers were nearly unreadable. Strange, unreadable symbols were etched into its surface, adding to the aura of mystery. Its design seemed ahead of its time — sleek yet intricate, combining a worn-out look with futuristic complexity that didn’t match anything Ryan had seen before.

  The back of the watch was scratched, but there was an odd engraving Ryan couldn’t quite make out. Something about the watch seemed significant, like it had been waiting for him. The longer he looked at it, the stronger the pull became. It wasn’t just another old item; it felt like it was calling to him.

  After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to buy it. He paid the small sum Mr. Gupta asked for it and headed home, eager to study it further. He didn’t have anything else pressing to do, so he went straight to his room. His bedroom was a chaotic mess of wires, circuit boards, and half-finished projects — stun guns, homemade surveillance tools, and other crazy ideas he’d been tinkering with in his free time. Most of them were projects he’d never show anyone, but they kept him busy. His reputation as a “detective” wasn’t just about solving cases; it was about creating the right tools for the job.

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  He tossed the watch onto his desk, next to a partially assembled listening device. As usual, his mind quickly shifted to the new project he was working on. But no matter how hard he tried to focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to the watch. He couldn’t explain it, but it felt important. More important than anything else in his cluttered room.

  After a while, his mother called him down for dinner. Distracted, he put the watch aside and headed downstairs. His parents were talking about his school year, asking if he had made any new friends or was interested in anything. Ryan barely listened. His thoughts were consumed by the mystery of the watch. It wasn’t just some old, forgotten piece of technology. It was something else.

  Later that night, Ryan returned to his room. He stared at the watch, still sitting on his desk. His hand reached for it again, and he picked it up, feeling its weight. The back of the watch was sealed tightly, and he couldn’t pry it open with his fingers. Frustrated, he tossed it back onto the desk and decided to go to bed.

  As he lay in the dark, trying to sleep, his mind kept racing. The watch had to be part of something bigger, something important. But what? What was it for? Why had it chosen him?

  The next morning, Ryan woke to the sound of his alarm clock blaring. He rubbed his eyes and groggily sat up. His mother called from downstairs, reminding him not to be late for school.

  At school, Ryan went through the usual motions. He was more focused on avoiding his least favorite teachers and hanging out with a small group of friends. There were the typical jocks, a few weeb fans, and the quiet, nerdy kids. But even as he interacted with them, his thoughts kept returning to the watch. He glanced at his wrist, half-expecting to see it there, but it wasn’t. It was at home, resting on his desk — waiting.

  When Ryan came home later that day, he threw his bag aside and immediately went up to his room. He had some work to do, soldering together a few wires for a new circuit, but his mind wandered to the watch again. He had to figure it out.

  This time, he decided to try something. He tried wearing the watch. It fit snugly on his wrist, despite the rust on the strap. As soon as he put it on, something strange happened. A slight buzz, almost imperceptible, ran through his body. The sensation was so faint that he almost thought he imagined it, but it was there. Like the watch had just… acknowledged him.

  Ryan tried to remove it, but the strap wouldn’t budge. It felt as though the watch was locked onto him, and a strange feeling of necessity rose in his chest. He had to keep it on.

  He lay down on his bed, feeling more tired than usual. Despite the buzzing in his head, he fell asleep quickly, the watch still tightly strapped around his wrist.

  Later that night, as Ryan slept, a faint spark flickered from the watch, casting a brief glow in the darkness. But it was gone before Ryan even stirred.

  The next morning, Ryan woke up, his mind hazy. The moment his eyes opened, he looked at his wrist. The watch was still there, but it looked different. The rust had faded, and the engraving on the back had become clearer. Now, it read: "Tempus Fragmentum." Ryan stared at it, confused. What did it mean? Was it Latin?

  At school, the usual day played out — more lectures, more meaningless homework. But the watch felt heavier now. Every time he looked at it, there was this strange, electric pull. Something was changing. He wasn’t sure how, but it was.

  That afternoon, Ryan worked on his projects again. He was soldering the connections to a new EMP device when something went wrong. A spark shot out from the circuit board, and the entire room went dark. For a moment, Ryan thought he’d short-circuited the whole house, but then his wrist tingled. He looked down at the watch.

  It glowed.

  A faint mechanical hum filled the room, and Ryan could feel the vibrations running up his arm. The watch was alive. And it was just the beginning.

  What did this mean? Was the watch connected to the strange events surrounding his life? Could it be the key to something bigger than anything he could imagine?

  As the hum continued, Ryan’s mind raced with possibilities. But he couldn’t help but feel that the answers were just out of reach, hiding somewhere beneath the surface, waiting for him to uncover them.