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:

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

near Harper, but Caster was

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

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

crowd

he sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after the handsome young man went

corpse, Sunny sighed and sat on the floor, resting

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

eyes were still open, staring at

stuck with you

the Soul Sea, Sunny knew that a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of

he could do was

Time slowly crawled.

eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with people who

Sunny?" Do you want to read

killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to

wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain always put him

was always reminded of

His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story

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

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

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