Hoo—
The air suddenly stirred, and a figure flashed out of the void. The moment he landed, he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.
This was an exceptionally bustling modern city district.
The flat and spacious roads, towering skyscrapers, a multitude of dazzling neon light ads, throngs of pedestrians and bustling vehicles—commerce and prosperity pervaded every corner.
This is Times Square in Manhattan, New York, known as the "crossroads of the world."
The suddenly appearing figure was a Caucasian man with black hair, about thirty years old, dressed in a sharp suit and trousers, with a white shirt underneath,
His appearance was rugged and handsome, with a high-bridge nose, lips thin as if carved by a knife, and slightly melancholic deep green eyes, resembling a male model pulled straight from a fashion magazine cover or a runway show.
Of course, he wasn't a celebrity; he is an agent of the Supernatural Accident Place under the FBI, named AIM.
