[Anton's P.O.V]
It was then that I realized I was about to enter this place. I couldn't let go and was eager to see it for myself. I couldn't stand the agony of not being able to find out anything.
I glanced at the middle-aged man, who was probably guarding the opera house; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to stop me so quickly. It suddenly dawned on me that Kirk might have been right; perhaps coming during the day would be more appropriate.
I quickly withdrew my hand and apologized, "I'm sorry."
I turned to look at Kirk, stepping back to be on the same page with him. I took another look at the opera house and was ready to leave with Kirk.
"Wait a moment."
The middle-aged man suddenly stopped us.
My steps halted, and I turned to ask him, "Is there something you'd like to tell us, sir?"
Kirk also looked puzzled, his gaze filled with confusion as he watched the middle-aged man.
