Oscar raised both arms, tightly gripping the black pistol, his entire focus fixed on the doorway. His face was etched with vigilance, his eyes radiating determination and resolve, as if ready to fight to the death with any intruder.
Meanwhile, William Wang held a fruit knife in a reverse grip, his body cleverly concealed within the shadows of the doorway. His eyes were locked on the entrance, prepared to launch a ferocious attack from behind, delivering a fatal blow to any enemy who stepped through.
Footsteps echoed, growing clearer as they approached. Each step seemed to stomp on everyone's hearts, making their pulses race faster. Finally, the footsteps came to a halt right in front of the office door.
