Her tone shifted—lighter, but with a clear edge of precision now.
“Once you wear them, the system will automatically initiate a biometric sync—mapping your facial muscles, micro-expressions, and vocal patterns in real time. It’ll adapt to your natural movements, so nothing looks stiff or off.”
She leaned closer to the screen, eyes sharp.
“Just give it a minute to fully calibrate. After that, the masks should respond like a second skin.”
Hudson and Cruz opened the glass cases in unison.
Without hesitation, Damien reached in and lifted his mask—his own face staring back at him. He didn’t pause. In one fluid motion, he placed it on.
Ashcroft, on the other hand, hesitated. His gaze lingered as he turned the mask slightly, inspecting the craftsmanship—the unnerving realism of it. Then, wi
