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:

can't let anyone see you like this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring something for you to

He didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

without being noticed, if not by

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

sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after the

on the floor, resting his back against the

course, he could still see the bloodied body lying motionless on the stones beside him. For the first time, Sunny wished that his eyes weren't

still open, staring at him

stuck

a new shadow had

he could do

Time slowly crawled.

prying eyes and waste a

you seen Sunny?" Do you want

the floor near the corpse of a young man he had killed, Sunny smiled

sound of rain falling on the

it, Sunny was

and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story

not 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

killed in a work accident, which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that,

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