For Wang Fang, after a mission failed, the "Tiger" team she was once proud of no longer existed. The sound of rain and the "click" of the clock's second hand were the only beats in her life today. Her studio is hidden deep in an old alley, and its signboard only has a faded gear pattern. There are no customers here, only people who come here because of its reputation and know how to cherish the remains of time.
