[Anton's P.O.V]
"I tightened my grip on the handle of the gun at my waist, raising it to my side. Slowly, I approached the large door, hands sliding onto the handle. Opening it slowly, my heart raced with nervousness.
Now, with a wounded leg, this move was undoubtedly dangerous. But I wanted an answer. I wanted to know if the mastermind behind the scenes and the person I suspected were the same.
With a 'creak,' the door opened a crack. Swiftly, I swung it wide open, smoothly turning and scanning the room with my gun, fixing on the person in the center.
The moment I saw him, my eyes widened. My heart pounded irregularly and chaotically. Despite all the speculations, seeing him made it feel like seeing a ghost. Shock and disbelief flooded my mind, even causing my hands holding the gun to tremble slightly.
"Anton, I've been waiting for you for a long time."