New Power Astral Projection

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Littlerock city. Amidst the bustling crowd, Micah prowled silently, his dark eyes scanning the unsuspecting citizens. Dressed in all black, he moved with a feline grace, a ghost in the night.

Hidden in an alley, Micah's piercing gaze assessed his surroundings. He sought out those who possessed something valuable—a wealthy businessman flaunting a watch, a distracted tourist with a bulging wallet, or a government official guarding confidential files.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, snippets of conversations floated through the air.

"I heard that someone brutally took out Tobias's men in South Little Rock. They say it was a gruesome scene, like something out of a horror movie," whispered one citizen to another, their eyes wide with morbid fascination.