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:

then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life

five Hollows,

specialist… what

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.

was one of these specialists himself, after

a specialist,

shook her

do you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream

a bit, then said with

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

Jet shook her

Sunny. That is a mindset that will get you 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

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

a few moments, and then

to your shadow.

then gave him

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

and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena itself resembled a stage and was surrounded by a protective barrier

the areas of light. Still,

of the arena,

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes

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 seemed to be

his head to stare at the lights with a

why can't they just live me

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

covered with blood,

lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet

of recognition slowly appeared in his

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to

step forward, piercing the man with

there, Kurt. Long

voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in

insult,