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:

this. Wait

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

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than by Guards. Don't worry, though… I'll think of something. Just

What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would

sent the shadow to keep an eye on things after the handsome

floor, resting his back against the

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

eyes were still open,

I am stuck with

even 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.

any suspicion. He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a

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of a young man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy

a while, his thoughts began to wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled.

Sunny was always reminded of the

tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story

barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that produced air filtration systems. Together, their

Three years after that,

"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