The cold steel of a gun's muzzle grazed the tender flesh of your temple, a chilling shiver tracing its way down your spine, prompting you to recognise the gravity of your current predicament.
"Did you honestly believe you could carry out your actions and meddle in my affairs without facing repercussions? Did you dare assume you could infiltrate my inner circle and masquerade as one of my faithul assisstants without my awareness? How very presumptous." Pantalone's voice, smooth as ever yet dripping with amusement, pervaded the tense silence. The room was shrouded in darkness and suspense, but you could easily picture that genteel, signature smirk of his growing broader with each passing second.
Your fate was now in his hands, and he has been pulling the strings from the very beginning, anticipating your next move with unrivalled aplomb. With a low, sardonic chuckle, his gloved fingers tightened around your throat like vines. It was not enough to leave you breathless— rather, just enough to keep you on edge. However, it wasn't the lack of air that suffocated you, but the suspense. He was toying with your frayed nerves, that much was apparent.
"I must commend your confidence. Witnessing you grow increasingly brazen, watching you delude yourself into believeing that you could spy on me has been humorous. In any case, revealing that I've been positively aware of your perfidy all along is the pinnacle of delight."