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:

this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring

near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

to get rid of the body. 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.

going to stop him from returning with a crowd

he sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after the

sighed and sat on the floor, resting his back against

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 time, Sunny wished

were still open, staring

stuck with you forever,

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

he could do was

Time slowly crawled.

avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with people who

you seen Sunny?" Do

of a young man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy would come up with to account for

his thoughts began to wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain

Sunny was always

background. His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story of unfortunate people living hard and

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

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,

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