"Hello, Miss Iota. It's nice to meet you. I'm Gilliam Park, the Scout from Ad Maiora," he said after taking off his mask, his sharp eyes staring straight at mine. The eyes were as black as the night.
I gasped and waited.
In my mind, I counted the seconds. Beep. Beep. Beep. As if there was a digital clock measuring the length of time passing in my head.
Almost a minute went by, and this mysterious guy was still standing. No sign of struggle with the toxic air. His complexion was healthy.
"Y-you...!!! B-but, how? I mean, shouldn't you... don't we... um, isn't the air, like, toxic? Are you having difficulty breathing?" I stumbled on my words, trying to find the right thing to ask. I craned my neck to see around his body and, after not finding what I was looking for, asked, "Do you hide an oxygen tank somewhere? Is there a super advanced mask that is invisible to the naked eye?"
