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:

see you like this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring something for you to

Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered in blood was

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

But… it won't be easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't worry, though… I'll think of something. Just wait for me to

What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But

keep an eye on things after the handsome young man went

the floor, resting his back against the

comforting darkness. Of course, he could still see the bloodied body lying motionless on the stones beside him. For the first time, Sunny wished that his eyes weren't

still open, staring

am stuck

Sunny knew that a new shadow had

he could

Time slowly crawled.

He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with

you seen Sunny?" Do you want to read more

Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind

the sound of rain falling on the stones

Sunny was

Nephis, whose past was clouded in mystery and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than

both menial workers. They 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 income was barely enough to afford a small cell

workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and eventually passed away.

was young and cute, so she was eventually adopted. Sunny, however, was older and had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty