Michael Hunter, also known as Huntsman, was a renowned detective with a rare gift of aura manipulation. He could activate his aura up to 90%, allowing him to summon and communicate with the dead. This ability had helped him solve many cases that baffled the Meta Ops, the agency he worked for.

But his latest assignment was proving to be more challenging than he expected. He was investigating the disappearance of Dr. Moxe, a doctor who had vanished from his home without a trace. The only clue was a strange symbol carved on his door, which Michael had never seen before.

He decided to visit Dr. Moxe’s home again, hoping to find some new leads. He parked his car on a quiet street and walked towards the house. As he approached the door, he felt a surge of aura in the air. He sensed something was wrong.

He quickly activated his aura and tried to summon the spirits of the dead, hoping they could tell him what had happened. But as he did so, he felt a powerful interference that blocked his connection to the ethereal realm. He was stunned. He had never encountered such a phenomenon before. Summoning the dead had always been his forte, his most reliable tool in solving cases. Yet, now it seemed beyond his grasp.

He reached for his phone to call his partner, but before he could dial the number, he heard a faint click. His instincts screamed danger, but it was too late. The explosion shattered the silence, engulfing his vehicle in a fiery inferno.

Dazed and disoriented, Michael found himself lying on the ground, the acrid scent of smoke filling his senses. He struggled to regain his bearings, his mind racing to comprehend what had happened. As he attempted to stand, pain radiated through his body.

He looked up and saw a group of figures emerging from the shadows. They were wearing dark hooded cloaks that concealed their faces. They were the ghouls, a mysterious cult.

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“Who are you? What do you want?” Michael croaked, trying to sound defiant.

One of them stepped forward and spoke in a raspy voice.

“You have something we need.”

“What are you talking about? What do you need?”

“Your body.”

The ghoul reached out his hand towards Michael.

Michael felt a surge of fear. He gathered all his remaining strength and pushed back with his aura.

But nothing happened.

He realized with horror that his aura was gone.

He was helpless.

The ghoul grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

“Let’s go,” he said to his companions. “We have what we came for.”

They forced Michael away from the scene, their intentions undoubtedly malevolent.

But they were not alone.

L-03 signaled her team to remain hidden, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

They had been tracking Huntsman’s movements for weeks, ever since they learned that he was investigating Dr. Moxe’s disappearance.

They also knew that the ghouls were after Huntsman, hoping to use him for their own nefarious purposes.

They had been waiting for the right moment to intervene, to prevent the ghouls from getting their hands on him.

As the ghouls made their hasty retreat, L-03 and her team silently pursued their targets. Their movements swift yet silent, as they closed in on the fleeing ghouls