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.

system of mirrors that was supposed to bathe the hidden

one of the features of his

was his

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

'Let's make some breakfast.'

But first things first…

air and landed on his palm. This was a trick that had taken Sunny quite some time to master: in the beginning, he almost lost a couple of fingers while trying to learn how to control the

to scratch a small line into the stone. All around it, there were dozens

already been four months since

had happened during

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walls, with monsters wandering its narrow streets. And in the center of the city, there was a hill with a magnificent

was full of people. However, they weren't Awakened, as the three of them had hoped. Instead,

they were no Gateway

strength or luck — were stuck there with no hope of

a fool he had

he bent over and

Sunny. What do you think about

respond, staring at him with reproach. Its silence

insane some time ago. Probably around his third week of living alone in the city. He was more or less alright after

while using his own two hands to stop his intestines from falling out. After finding his way to a secluded ditch and lying there for a few

'Good times…'

Anyway, he survived.

over to a table that he had scavenged from the ruins of a library and glanced at the grey rock that was lying in its