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

glanced at the five Hollows, then

specialist… what a

he understood what Master Jet 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, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived in it.

was one of these specialists himself,

a specialist, then how did this mess

Jet shook her

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

thought on it for a bit, then said

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

Jet shook

doesn't always decide the outcome of

had to agree that she was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his

remained silent for a

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

then

then found another heavy metal door. Behind it,

had 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

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

of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

to a control panel hidden in one of

bright radiance. The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very

then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A

can't they

There were several used stimulant packs lying on

face were covered with blood, but the man didn't seem to

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and

his eyes, which was then replaced with

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

was it with people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs

man with a cold, cold

Long

hearing her voice, the man called

yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least

his insult, she