"I didn't expect you guys to be able to detect me." Pita murmured, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness as she glanced at the group of figures before her.
"Including you…" she added, fixing her gaze on Baso. "…you actually know me that well. Seriously, Freak!" she complained, frustration lacing every syllable.
Baso merely smiled lightly, a strange, almost mischievous chuckle escaping his lips.
"Haha. Of course! Forget hearing the way you speak—heck, even a single strand of your hair is enough for me to know it's you."
He spoke with unwavering confidence, almost reveling in the statement.
Pita stepped back instinctively, clutching her head with both hands, her face hidden behind her mask, her eyes obscured by the optical device.
But her body language made it painfully clear just how shocked she was.
"Yo-You…" she whispered in a tone barely audible, tinged with seething irritation.
Then, leaning forward slightly, she jabbed a sharp finger toward Baso.
