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:

someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the real deal. A

five Hollows, then

specialist… what a peculiar

amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and

these specialists himself, after

such a specialist, then how did this

shook

think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return

thought on it for a bit,

fighter, so what? You are an

Jet shook her

mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know

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

for a few

to your shadow. Don't let

frowned, and then gave him a simple

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

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

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

the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

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

man could be seen in the very

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

why can't they just

unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on

with blood, but the man

light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and

of recognition slowly appeared in his

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

Kurt. Long time no

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with

insult,