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:

things first, we can't let anyone see you like this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring

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

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than

What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people?

an eye on things

alone with the corpse, Sunny sighed and sat on the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall of the

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 weren't able

were still open, staring

am stuck with you

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

he could do was

Time slowly crawled.

He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly wanted to win his attention. At some

you seen Sunny?" Do

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

of rain falling on the stones

Sunny was

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

took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom

workers. Three years after that, his mother got sick and eventually passed away. Factory workers like her

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 learned how to survive on the streets of the