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 life behind a Citadel wall. He

five Hollows, then frowned

what a

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 Spell, and not the other way

one of these specialists himself, after

he is such a specialist, then how

Jet shook her

as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and

on it for a bit, then

so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him will

Jet shook her

all it takes. Raw power doesn't always

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

a few moments, and then

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

and then gave him

metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase

larger 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 visitors. The arena itself resembled a stage and

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

of the arena,

"There's no one here."

for a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and

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 seemed to be utterly

lights with a dark

they just live

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

clothes, hands, and face were covered with blood, but the man

gaze and slowly

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only

took a step forward, piercing the man

there, Kurt. Long time

the

it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least knew how to show

insult, she