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:

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

glanced at the five Hollows,

specialist… what a peculiar

to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever

one of these

specialist, then

Jet shook her

as possible in the Dream Realm and then

it for a

fighter, so

shook her

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 already… every Aspect has a Flaw, and every power has a

as 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

for a few moments, and then

pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him

then gave him

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

more like 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 and was surrounded by a protective

deep shadows nesting between the areas

Jet studied the interior of the

"There's no one here."

for a moment, then walked over to a control

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, that place had seemed to be

raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A

they

and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around

were covered with blood, but the man

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet and

recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was

sent the attack

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

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

Kurt. Long time no

hearing her voice, the man

a government lapdog like you finds it beneath

insult,