With a casual flick of his fingers, he conjured bags from pure shadow, their surfaces rippling gently with darkness. He handed them calmly to the trembling tellers, his gaze steady and unbothered.
"Fill them. Everything," he ordered, voice smooth and emotionless.
Then, with his hands slid lazily into his pockets, he turned toward the panicked bank manager. His eyes dropped to the man's quivering shadow, and instantly it twisted, flickering like a flame caught in wind.
Dark hands erupted from beneath the manager's feet, gripping him firmly before dragging him helplessly across the polished marble floor.
Without breaking stride, the Street Rat or rather now, the Bearer of Shadows followed, shadows swirling around him as they made their way effortlessly toward the bank's most secured vault—the heart of all its secrets and treasures.
*
Outside, the sirens wailed—high-pitched cries of confusion and dread cutting through the morning air.
