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:

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

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

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

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

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

an eye on things after the

sat on the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall of the hut.

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 that

still open, staring at

am stuck with you forever,

even looking into the Soul Sea, Sunny knew that a new shadow had joined the silent

he could do

Time slowly crawled.

raising any suspicion. He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing

you seen Sunny?" Do

killed, Sunny smiled darkly

of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled. Rain always

of it, Sunny was always reminded

in mystery and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story of unfortunate people living hard and bitterly

dad was employed by one of the numerous maintenance crews that took care of the city's outer barriers. His

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

had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring