Shadow Slave

Sunny stared at Caster with a grim expression. Despite the amiable smile and reassuring voice, he knew what the handsome Legacy was doing.

He grew up in the outskirts, after all.

Caster had said "I will help you."

But what he actually meant was "I will own you."

Because there was no better leverage than a gruesome secret. This help of his was going to come at a price.

But what choice did Sunny have, really? Unless he was ready to fight and kill Caster right there and then, thus silencing the only witness of his crime forever, he couldn't refuse.

Plus… what Caster thought was going to happen and what would really happen was not as set in stone as it seemed. As long as Sunny was alive, there was hope of turning things around, somehow.

He just had to get through this, one step at a time.

Sunny forced out a smile.

"Thank you, Caster. I won't… won't forget it."

Then, he glanced at the dead body lying at his feet and took a step back, escaping the quickly growing puddle of blood. His face remained calm, but a small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through his body.

"So… what do we do now?"

The proud Legacy lingered, then said in a solemn tone:

Wait here for a while. I'll bring something for you to clean

anywhere near Harper, but Caster was

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't worry,

returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would benefit Caster more than getting rid of

the shadow to keep an eye on things after the handsome

corpse, Sunny sighed and sat on the floor, resting his back against the

was slowly descending on the ruins, drowning everything in comforting darkness. Of course, he could still see the bloodied body lying motionless on the stones beside him. For the first

eyes were still open,

stuck

that a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of every creature he

could do was

Time slowly crawled.

waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly wanted

you seen Sunny?" Do you want to read

young man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind

to the sound of rain falling on

of it, Sunny was always reminded of

came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than

were poor, but not destitute. His dad was employed by one of the numerous maintenance crews that took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that produced air filtration systems. Together, their

Rain, was born, when Sunny was around four, his father was killed in a work accident, which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and eventually passed away. Factory workers like her often got sick and died due to the harsh conditions, so it wasn't

facility. His sister was young and cute, so she was eventually adopted. Sunny, however, was older and had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring a few years