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

near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards.

a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would benefit Caster more than getting

eye on things after the handsome

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

drowning everything in comforting darkness. Of course, he could still see the bloodied body lying motionless on the

open, staring at

am… I am stuck with

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

he could do

Time slowly crawled.

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

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had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of

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

was always reminded of the

whose past was clouded 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

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 air filtration systems. Together, their income was barely

work accident, which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and eventually

government child care facility. His sister was young and cute, so she was 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