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 clean

to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't worry, though… I'll think

to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would benefit Caster more than getting rid of him

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

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 his eyes

still open, staring

am… I am stuck

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

could do was

Time slowly crawled.

Caster a long time to gather everything needed without raising any suspicion. He had to avoid prying eyes and waste

seen Sunny?" Do

smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy would

sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled.

it, Sunny was always

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

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

Three years

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