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

He didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered in

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

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

trust the Legacy. What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would

to keep an eye on things after the handsome young man

sat on the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall

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,

am stuck

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

could do was

Time slowly crawled.

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

Do you want

Sunny smiled darkly and

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

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 bitterly in a

barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that produced air filtration systems. Together, their income was barely enough to afford a small

his sister, Rain, was born, when Sunny was around four, his father was killed in a work accident, which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three

him pretty