He watched for a while before realizing that the guard at the door had disappeared.
Kuhar furrowed his brows, calling out once again: "Someone come."
In the stormy dark night with poor visibility, he squints and notices a figure approaching.
"Who?" His professional instincts made him subconsciously reach for the gun at his waist.
The person was clad in a green raincoat, fully obscured by their hat. Amidst the torrential downpour, they walked leisurely and composedly.
Kuhar didn't think anyone would come at this time, surely his subordinates must be slacking off.
This person's unusual behavior set off alarm bells in his mind.
"Step any closer and I will shoot." He fired a warning shot at the person's feet.
The gunshot was perfectly drowned out by the sound of wind and rain.
The person didn't stop despite the bullet at their feet, showing no signs of alarm or fear. As Kuhar was making quick assessments, the person had already reached him.
