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:

guy is not someone who has spent his whole

at the five

what a peculiar

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

one of these

is such a specialist, then how did this mess

shook

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

on it for a bit, then

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

shook

how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this already… every

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

a

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

Jet frowned, and then gave him

they returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to 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

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

interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

then walked over to a control panel hidden in one of

later, bright spotlights ignited on the ceiling, flooding the arena with 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 the floor with his face buried in his hands. Previously, that place had

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

can't they

murderer was around thirty, with a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as

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

he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master

appeared in his eyes, which

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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 were the rich man's best

man with a cold,

Long time no

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. Back in the day,

his insult, she