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:

am right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the

glanced at the five Hollows, then

specialist… what a

semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for

these specialists

a specialist,

shook her

possible in the Dream Realm and

on it for a bit, then said

a seasoned fighter, so what? You

Jet shook

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… every Aspect has

served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable

silent for a

this guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere

and then gave him a simple

metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase

furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for

shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or less see

studied the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

then walked over to a control panel hidden in

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 the floor with his face buried in his hands. Previously, that place

the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the

can't they just live

a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the

with blood, but the man didn't seem

he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which

Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of

step forward, piercing the man with a cold, cold gaze. The

there, Kurt. Long

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with

insult,