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 here for a while. I'll

want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right.

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

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

to stop him from returning with a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would benefit Caster more than getting rid of him

the shadow to keep an eye on things after the

resting his back

night 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

still open,

I am stuck

knew that a new shadow had

could

Time slowly crawled.

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

Have you seen Sunny?" Do you want

the corpse of a young man he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to

of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled.

of it, Sunny was always reminded of the

a simple background. His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story of unfortunate people living hard

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

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

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