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:

who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was

glanced at the five Hollows, then frowned

what

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 and adapted to it… even thrived in it. They shaped their lives to suit the deadly challenge of the Nightmare Spell, and not the other

one of these specialists himself, after

specialist, then

shook her

possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No,

it for a bit, then said with

even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an

shook

is ever easy, Sunny. That is a mindset that will get you killed. No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the

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

for a few moments,

to your shadow. Don't

frowned, and then

another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led

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.

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

interior of the

"There's no one here."

control

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 had seemed to be

to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A

why can't they just live me

gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used

covered with blood, but

light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet

appeared in his eyes,

Hell… they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

man with

there, Kurt. Long

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in

his insult, she smiled,