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

at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what a

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

was one of these specialists

is such a specialist,

shook

compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the

on it for a bit, then said

get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with

shook her

all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this already… every Aspect has a Flaw, and

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

a few moments, and then

pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him get

Jet frowned, and then gave

and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down,

than Sunny 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 of the

the areas of

of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

then walked over to a control panel

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

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

they

bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on

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

one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

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

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

Long time no

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 knew

his insult,