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:

Wait here for a while. I'll bring

He didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

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

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

keep an eye on things after

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

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

open, staring at him

am stuck with you

that a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of every

he could

Time slowly crawled.

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

Do you want

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

thoughts began to wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on the

of it, Sunny was

mystery and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story

took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that produced air filtration systems. Together, their

Rain, 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

and cute, so she 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