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:

first, we can't let anyone see you like this. Wait here for a while.

He didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

the body. But… it won't be easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't

could trust the Legacy. What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But

keep an eye

alone with the corpse, Sunny sighed and sat on the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall

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

were still open, staring at him

am stuck with you forever,

a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of every creature

could

Time slowly crawled.

avoid prying eyes and waste a

Have you seen Sunny?" Do you want to

the corpse of a young man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the

rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain always

it, Sunny was always reminded of the

clouded in mystery and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story

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

maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and eventually passed away. Factory workers like her often got sick

to a government child care 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 in a series of increasingly vile foster homes, he finally managed to run away and learned how to