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:

then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole

the five Hollows, then frowned

what a peculiar

had 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,

these specialists himself, after

he is such a specialist, then how

Jet shook

most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their

a bit, then said

don't get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what?

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

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

for a few

confront this guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't

Jet frowned, and then gave him a simple

returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down,

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 of transparent

shadows nesting between the

interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in

ignited on the ceiling, flooding 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 of the stage, sitting on the floor with his face buried in his hands.

stare at the lights with a

can't they

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

face were covered with

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on

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

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

man with a cold, cold gaze. The murderer

Kurt. Long

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

time indeed. You got 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 me.

his insult, she