Shadow Slave

"Wake up, Sunless! Your nightmare is…"

"Shut the hell up!"

Trying to remain in the blissful embrace of sleep, Sunny hissed through his teeth and stubbornly closed his eyes tighter. He was warm and comfortable under the blanket, on his own bed, where all the problems of the world seemed less serious and dire.

For a moment, there was silence.

'That's better…'

"Wake up, Sunless! Your…"

'Goddammit!'

Thrusting one arm from under the blanket, Sunny summoned one of his Memories. Immediately, a triangular leaf-shaped throwing dagger appeared in his hand, only to be thrown blindly at the source of the irritating voice. Missing its mark, the kunai clinked against the stone wall and fell to the floor.

However, the voice did fall silent.

Sunny sighed. It was already too late. He was awake.

Far in the distance, the waves were starting to crash against the city wall. The night was coming, so it was time to get up.

Opening his eyes, Sunny sat up and looked around.

His room was beautiful and spacious. The stone walls were engraved with intricate patterns, creating an atmosphere of sanctity and elegance. The furniture was made out of pale polished wood, with several mismatched pieces that Sunny had scavenged from different places himself.

light wells cunningly hidden here and there. Sadly, the ingenious system

In fact, this was one of the features of his secret lair that he enjoyed the

his best

he stood up and rubbed his face to chase away the last remnants of sleep. His long, dirty hair was getting in the

'Let's make some breakfast.'

But first things first…

connected his wrist to the ring-shaped pommel of the kunai. The throwing dagger jumped into the air and landed on his palm. This was

wall empty of engravings, he used the kunai to scratch a small line into the stone. All around it, there were dozens and

four months since Sunny came

things had happened

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ruined city surrounded by tall walls, with monsters wandering its narrow streets. And in the center of the city,

three of them had hoped. Instead,

no Gateway

their strength or luck — were stuck there with no hope of ever

loud. Oh, what a fool he had been. So full

over and slapped his

Sunny. What do you think about

didn't respond, staring at him with reproach. Its silence only made Sunny laugh louder. He just couldn't

time ago. Probably around his third week of living alone in the city. He was more

own two hands to stop his intestines from falling out. After finding his way to a secluded ditch and lying there for a few days, too weak to move and simply waiting to die, with not a

'Good times…'

Anyway, he survived.

the ruins of a library and glanced at the