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:

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

five

specialist… what 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

was one of these specialists himself,

specialist, then

Jet shook

Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return

for a bit,

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

Jet shook

No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always

right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand

silent for a

your shadow. Don't

Jet frowned, and then gave him a

then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow

rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena itself resembled

between the areas of light. Still, one could

the interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden

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,

then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence

they just live

were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of

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

his gaze and slowly focused

of recognition slowly appeared in his

that you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

there, Kurt. Long time

voice, the man

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, you at least knew how

insult, she smiled,