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:

anyone see you like this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring

near Harper, but Caster

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

we will need to get rid of the body. But… 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 me

hesitated, wondering if he could trust the Legacy. What was going to stop him from returning with a crowd

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

the floor, resting his back against the flimsy

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

were still open, staring

am… I am stuck with you forever,

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

he could do was

Time slowly crawled.

and waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly wanted to win his attention. At some

Sunny?" Do

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

sound of rain falling on the stones outside and scowled.

of it, Sunny was always reminded of the

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 in

parents were both menial workers. They 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 barely enough to afford a small cell in one of the human hives in

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

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