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:

be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole

glanced at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what a peculiar

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 lives to suit the deadly challenge of

of these specialists himself, after

is such a specialist,

shook

Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to

it for a bit,

seasoned fighter, so

shook

Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this

agree that she was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was

remained silent for a few moments, and

confront this guy, pay attention to your shadow.

Jet frowned, and then gave him a simple

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

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 and was surrounded by a protective barrier

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

of the arena,

"There's no one here."

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

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

grimaced, and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence of the underground

they just live

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

clothes, hands, and face were covered with blood, but the man

gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet and

in his eyes, which was then

sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

what he knew.

man with a

Long time no

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day,

his insult, she