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:

not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the real deal.

at the five Hollows,

specialist… what a

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

these specialists himself, after

specialist, then

shook

in the Dream

thought on it for a bit, then said

he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are

shook

takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight.

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 his

silent for a few

attention to your shadow.

and then gave him

another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase

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

the areas of light. Still,

interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control

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

why can't they

used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well

with blood, but the man didn't

lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet

slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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.

man

there, Kurt. Long

her voice, the

indeed. You got really 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

insult, she smiled,