Chapter 46: Mask on
Before stepping out of the car, Harris turned to Rhea, his stern gaze locking onto her through the dim interior.
"Mask on," he ordered, his voice gruff and unyielding. "No one knows your real identity, and it stays that way. Keep it secret, or this ends before it starts."
Rhea rolled her eyes behind the sleek, solid mask he’d handed her earlier, but she tugged it over her face, the orange-and-black fabric settling snugly against her skin.
It hid everything—her crimson hair tucked beneath, her amber eyes obscured—leaving only a faceless figure in its place.
She hated how it muffled her, but she complied, stepping out into the crisp air as Harris led her toward a nondescript building and then further into a room inside, its walls scuffed and bare, lit by harsh fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly overhead.
Three figures waited inside—her new teammates, A-rank and B-rank heroes whose suspicious stares prickled against her skin.
Harris had told them about a new addition to the team but didn’t reveal any other details about the said member. Their eyes roamed over her masked form, probing for clues, trying to glimpse her face through the cracks where the mask met her suit.
But the design was flawless—no gaps, no hints, just a blank slate staring back at them. Rhea stood tall, her posture defiant despite the suffocating costume, her crimson hair tucked away beneath the hood.
Harris stepped forward, his broad frame commanding the room as he began introductions.