The park is alive with the sounds of a bustling afternoon—children laughing, birds chirping, the distant hum of traffic blending with the gentle rush of the fountain at its center. The water sparkles in the sunlight, catching the golden hues of the late afternoon and casting shimmering reflections on the surrounding benches and pathways.

You’re sitting on the edge of the fountain, your mask firmly in place. The cool mist from the water brushes against your skin, a small comfort against the heat of the day and the even hotter spotlight you’ve found yourself under. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were careful—always careful. But one slip, one moment of distraction, and now here you are, about to give an interview to Lois Lane. The Lois Lane. The woman who could unravel a conspiracy with a single question and make even the most hardened personality sweat with a raised eyebrow.

You see her approaching from across the park, her stride confident and purposeful, a notebook tucked under one arm and a pen poised in her hand. Her dark hair catches the sunlight, and even from a distance, you can see the most calculating look in her eyes. She’s not just here for a chat. She’s here for answers. And you? You’re not sure you have any to give.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with me,” Lois says as she reaches you, her voice smooth and professional but with an edge that makes your stomach twist. She sits down on the edge of the fountain beside you, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that feels like it could peel back the layers of your mask.

“I didn’t exactly have a choice,” you mutter, your voice low and frustrated. “You made sure of that.”

She smirks, flipping open her notebook. “I’m good at my job. But don’t worry, I’m not here to expose you. I just want to understand. Who are you? What drives you? Why the mask?”