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:

who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He

the five

what a peculiar

to survive, striving to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish

of these specialists himself,

a specialist, then how did this

shook

spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's people like

for a bit,

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

Jet shook her

mindset that will get you killed. No matter how powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide

agree that she was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his

silent for a few

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

frowned, and then gave him a

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

a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors.

deep shadows nesting between the areas of

interior of the

"There's no one here."

to a control panel hidden in one of the

with a bright radiance. The wave of light chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man

stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in

why can't they just live me

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

clothes, hands, and face were covered with blood, but the man didn't

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

in his eyes, which was

they sent the attack dog herself after me?

Sunny sighed inwardly.

get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have

a step forward, piercing the man with a cold,

Kurt. Long time no

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

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

his insult, she