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:

be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is…

glanced at the five Hollows, then

specialist… what

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. They shaped their lives to suit the deadly challenge of the Nightmare

of these

such a specialist, then

Jet shook

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

for a bit, then

seasoned fighter, so what?

Jet shook

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

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

for a few moments, and then

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

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, to the

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

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

to a control

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

with a dark expression. A hoarse voice

can't they

unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the

were covered with blood, but the man didn't

his gaze and

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

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the

piercing the man with a cold, cold

Long

voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

got really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it

insult,