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

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

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

body. But… it won't be easy to do without being noticed, if not

to stop him from returning with a crowd

he sent the shadow to keep an eye

floor, resting his back against the

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

open, staring at him

I am stuck with you

knew that a new shadow had joined the silent

could

Time slowly crawled.

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

Sunny?" Do you want

he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy would come up with to account for his

He listened to the sound of rain

Sunny was

he came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than

were poor, but 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 that produced air filtration systems. Together, their income 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 years after that, his mother got sick and eventually passed away. Factory workers like her often got sick and died due to the harsh conditions, so

older and had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty much