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:

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

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

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

to get rid of the body. But… it won't be easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by

wondering if he could trust the Legacy. What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would benefit Caster more than getting rid

he sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after the handsome young man

floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall of the hut. He was

lying motionless on the stones beside him. For the first time, Sunny wished that his

eyes were still open, staring at him

am stuck with you

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

could do was

Time slowly crawled.

and waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly wanted to win his attention. At some point, even Cassie talked to

Have you seen Sunny?" Do you want to

killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy would come up with to

sound of rain falling

Sunny was always reminded of

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

numerous maintenance crews that took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom worked

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 it wasn't a rare outcome,

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