A group of individuals clad in black combat uniforms surrounded Charles as they walked down a smooth, clean floor with their muddy, filthy boots.0

They were in a massive underground garage, but there weren't any cars around.0

Charles no longer felt suffocated. But rather than saying that the feeling had disappeared, it was more like Charles was starting to get used to it. 2

With a diary in hand, Charles glanced at "Seal" next to him. "Seal" was a large-framed man towering over 1.9 meters tall, and his well-defined, bulging muscles remained evident despite his layers of equipment.0

"Seal" had a square jaw, and his eyes glimmered with resilience beneath his short, cropped hair.0

"Are you members of a task force?" Charles asked, turning to "Seal." All of you seem to be well equipped and with enough experience handling a variety of anomalies."0

"Seal's" eyes glimmered in surprise,...0