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

glanced at the five Hollows, then

what

meant. Most of the 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 reality

of these specialists

he is such a specialist, then how

shook

do you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return

thought on it for a bit, then

so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him will be

Jet shook her

killed. 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… every

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

for a few moments,

attention to your

frowned, and then gave him a simple

another heavy metal door. Behind

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

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

Jet studied the interior of

"There's no one here."

walked over to a control panel hidden

man could be seen in the

grimaced, and then raised 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

were covered with blood, but the man

he lowered his gaze

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes,

they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

there, Kurt. Long

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like

his insult,