What was that? The steady drip... drip... drip of something?

Was it water? Where was it coming from?

Your sense of hearing leads you to the Clock Tower Entrance. A trail of red drips lies in a single straight line on the stone floor. Suspicious, no? It's enough to make you investigate further, and look up at the ever swinging pendulum where a familiar yet eerie sight greets you.

The hawk seemed to glow brilliantly, its outline stark against the metal, almost as if someone had stopped the clock's movement to create it before starting the pendulum off again. Clearly they hadn't hung around for the paint to dry though, as a trail of liquid runs down from the hawks tail, along the pendulum and onto the floor beneath.