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:

this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent

the five Hollows, then

specialist… what a peculiar

amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived in it. They shaped their lives to suit

of these

a specialist, then how did this mess

Jet shook

as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return

thought on it for a

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

Jet shook

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

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

for a few

pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him

and then gave him

metal door. Behind it,

velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light.

of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

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

spotlights ignited 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,

the lights with a dark expression.

they just live

used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a broken liquor

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

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

his eyes, which was

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

was it with people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have

man with a cold, cold gaze.

there, Kurt. Long time

her voice, the man called Kurt

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

his insult, she smiled,