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:

right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He

glanced at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what

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

one of these specialists himself,

such a specialist, then how did this mess

shook her

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

it for a bit, then

get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what?

shook

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

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

remained silent for a

to your shadow. Don't let him

frowned, and then gave him a

found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow

seats were furnished with red velvet, 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 fashioned out of transparent

deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

lingered for a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in

suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on the floor

the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse

they just

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

covered with

he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after

Sunny sighed inwardly.

really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to

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

there, Kurt. Long time no

hearing her voice, the

like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in

his insult, she