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:

like this. Wait here for a while. I'll bring something for you to

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

"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…

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

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

and sat on the floor, resting his back against

could still see the bloodied body lying motionless on the

eyes were still open,

am stuck with you forever,

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

could

Time slowly crawled.

needed without raising any suspicion. He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly wanted to win his attention. At some point,

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

of rain falling on the stones outside and

of it, Sunny was always reminded of

background. His story was more

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

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

pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring a few years in a series