Shinobi World: Limitless

New York was a labyrinth of concrete and steel, its towering skyscrapers reaching for the heavens, seemingly scraping the very fabric of reality itself.
Amidst the crowd, a figure moved with purpose, his steps determined and his eyes fixed on the horizon. This was Michael Carter, a man in his early thirties, worn down by the weight of regret and missed opportunities.
Michael's life had been a series of disappointments, from failed relationships to dead-end jobs. He felt trapped, suffocated by the monotony of his existence.
As he walked, lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice a peculiar figure standing near a street corner, observing him intently.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the busy streets, causing trash and leaves to dance in the air.
The figure, dressed in a cloak stepped forward, catching Michael's attention. Their eyes met, and Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
He looked around and saw the world had stopped. The flying trash and leaves were frozen in the air and people were stuck in the place.
The stranger, whose face remained hidden beneath the hood extended, it's slender pale hand towards Michael.
To his horror even he was frozen in time and that being was slowly moving towards him.
"Michael Carter you have been chosen." the being's voice was smooth and relaxing, but had a some sort of weight behind it.
The extended pale hand of the being touched Michael's chest, and he felt the pain of soul getting ripped out of the living body.
If he wasn't frozen in time he might have screamed and thrash around, but all he could do was scream in his mind.