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:

will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who

the five Hollows, then

what a peculiar

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, and

was one of these

such a specialist, then how did this mess

Jet shook her

spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No,

for a bit, then

even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing

shook her

No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't

experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was

for a few

your shadow. Don't let him

Jet frowned, and then gave him a

found another heavy metal door.

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

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still,

studied the interior of

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control panel

the arena with a bright radiance. The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center

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

they just live

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

hands, and face were covered with blood, but the man didn't

one hand, he lowered his gaze

appeared in his eyes, which

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself

Sunny sighed inwardly.

really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich

a step forward, piercing the man with a cold,

Kurt. Long time no

hearing her voice, the man called

it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me.

his insult,