[Kaito lifts a hand a hand and snaps his fingers, the noise echoing across the empty theater. A creaking noise responds from above, and should you look up, you’ll find something descending from the ceiling]

[It seems to be. . . a pair of clocktower hands, secured by rope, and they’re being lowered to the stage by some unseen force. thankfully, the hands don’t seem to be any bigger than two. . . two-and-a-half feet long. Kaito’s impressively grouchy expression softens]

I'm still building in some areas of the heart, y'know? People are always changing, after all.

Can you return these to the clocktower outside for me?