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:

I am right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his

glanced at the five Hollows,

what a peculiar

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. They shaped their

these specialists

specialist, then

Jet shook her

time as possible in the Dream Realm and

it for a

fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing

Jet shook her

ever easy, 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.

by his hand because

remained silent for a

your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere near

then gave him a simple

heavy metal door.

like a luxurious theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there were private boxes for

nesting between the areas of light. Still, one

interior of

"There's no one here."

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

with

they just live

were several used stimulant packs

were covered with blood, but the man didn't

with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

hint of recognition slowly appeared in his

they sent the attack dog herself

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 one.

step forward, piercing the man with a cold,

Kurt. Long time no

voice, the man called Kurt

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 to show respect,

insult,