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:

am right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the real deal.

the five Hollows, then

specialist… what

had meant. Most of the 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,

these specialists

specialist, then how did this

shook

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

it for a bit, then said

a seasoned fighter, so what? You are

shook her

killed. No matter 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 Aspect has

proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect

silent for a

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

and then gave him

the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase

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

illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more

interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in one of the

a man could be seen in the

at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice

they

unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant

were covered with

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

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs were

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

Long

voice, the

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

insult, she smiled,