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:

someone who has spent his whole life

five Hollows, then frowned

what a peculiar

Awakened were thrust into the 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

was one of these

such a specialist, then how

Jet shook her

think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's people like

thought on it for a bit, then said with

a seasoned fighter, so what?

shook

you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You

his hand because Sunny's Aspect was

a few

confront this guy, pay attention to your

then gave him a simple

they returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal

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

whole space was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one

of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden

shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage,

raised his head to stare at the lights with a

can't they

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

face were covered with blood, but the

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

the man with a cold, cold gaze. The murderer

there, Kurt. Long time

voice, the man called Kurt

Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate

his insult, she