Shadow Slave

As Sunny studied the bodies, Master Jet went away to talk to the police officers, and then returned with one of them. There was a disappointed expression on her face.

"No usable recordings left. Figures… places like this one only exist because they value the privacy of their clients. And the few cameras they did have show nothing but darkness."

Sunny looked at her, then sighed:

"Not much to tell from the victims, too. The murderer just used their fists."

She shrugged.

"That's how it usually goes, in situations like this. The most likely scenario is that the murderer was one of the clients, who went on a rampage because of either alcohol or stimulants, and a momentary failure to hold on to their sanity. So I doubt that this mess was premeditated."

Master Jet remained silent for a moment, and then added:

"He was lucid enough to use his Aspect to obscure the cameras, though. So dealing with him won't be too simple."

With that, she turned to the police officer and asked:

"Any survivors? Do we have witnesses?"

He hesitated for a bit, then gave her a strange look.

"That… yes, actually, there are a few. But…"

The officer didn't finish the sentence, and just stared at them with an uneasy expression.

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"But what? Are they refusing to talk?"

The policeman shook his head slowly.

"No, they're not refusing. They just… I don't know, something is wrong with them. They just don't speak, or even react really. I've seen a lot of people in shock, and sometimes, they can seem almost catatonic. But this… this is something else. Gave us all the creeps, to be honest."

Sunny and Master Jet glanced at each other, and then, one of them said:

"Lead the way."

The officer sighed, then escorted them to the back of the club, where an inconspicuous door led to the service rooms. The witnesses were gathered in a small office, standing there motionlessly, with nervous paramedics trying to determine the reason for their condition.

of them, all sharing the same blank, strangely peaceful expression on their faces. They were completely silent, motionless, and still. They did not react to the

eyes were

Sunny paled.

is this

him a second to recognize what was wrong with

fact, they weren't survivors at

more precise,

a mundane human be

cold shiver run

Jet, he saw that she had

made the whole situation frightening

"What the hell?"

for a few moments, then

a break, guys. Let these people be. They are

a mature woman with short blond

but they're fine.

let out a

do to help

while, then glanced at the ground and silently walked away. Her colleagues followed, expressions of

of standing as

few moments, her scowls growing deeper,

question,

hesitated for a bit,

mundane human become a Hollow? It's only supposed to happen to those

glanced at him, then silently shook her

But beings capable of dealing direct soul damage are very rare, so

closer to the five

do

lingered for a bit, then answered

I am really

with these people. And not just the fact that they were Hollow. There was something else… something

of subtle, but

with Shadow Sense,

did not miss

you

gritted his