Shadow Slave

Master Jet remained silent for a second, then asked calmly:

"Are you sure? This place has been swept multiple times before we arrived."

Sunny nodded.

"He is here. Underground."

She looked down, her face slowly turning somber.

"...Well, I guess we should go and say hi."

Sunny nodded and made a step toward the door of the small office. However, she suddenly stopped him.

"Wait."

He looked at her with a bit of confusion.

"Yes?"

Master Jet hesitated for a few moments. There was a complicated expression on her face. Finally, she said:

"There are very few people with a shadow affinity Aspect in the world, and even fewer who frequent places such as this."

Sunny frowned.

"What are you trying to say?"

She looked at him darkly.

"I'm saying that I might know this guy. In fact, when I heard that there was an incident in the Slaughterhouse, I already had a suspicion of who was responsible."

He blinked a couple of times.

"You know the murderer?"

Master Jet shrugged.

"There are hundreds of thousands of Awakened in the world. That seems like a big number, but in fact, it is not. If you live long enough, sooner or later, you will know of everyone who is worth knowing… more or less. It's a small world."

She paused for a moment, and then added:

is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the

glanced at the five Hollows, then frowned

what a peculiar

Spell and tried desperately to survive, striving to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived in it. They shaped their lives to suit the deadly challenge of the Nightmare Spell,

these specialists himself, after

such a specialist,

Jet shook

time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to

a bit, then said

so what? You are

shook

No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this already…

by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had

for a few moments, and

your shadow. Don't

and then

metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the

imagined, and looked more like a luxurious theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena itself resembled a stage and was surrounded by a protective barrier fashioned out

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or less

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one of

The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on

his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice

can't they just live

unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards

hands, and face were covered with blood, but the

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

that you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs were the rich man's

piercing the man with a

there, Kurt. Long time no

voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

you finds it beneath herself to associate

insult, she smiled,