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:

This guy is not someone who has spent

five Hollows, then

specialist… what a peculiar

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

was one of these

specialist, then

shook

you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's people like

it for a bit, then said

is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him will

shook her

powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome

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

a few moments,

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

then gave

returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door.

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. The arena itself resembled a stage and was surrounded by a protective barrier fashioned out

whole space was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

walked over to a control panel hidden in

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

and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark

they

bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as

hands, and face were covered with

with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it

hint of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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 were the

the man

Kurt. Long

hearing 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.

insult, she