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:

This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was

the five Hollows,

specialist… what a peculiar

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

one of these

is such a specialist, then how did

Jet shook her

little time as possible in the

it for a bit, then said with

don't get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended.

shook

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

His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his

for a

this guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't

frowned, and then

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

was larger than Sunny had imagined, and looked 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 barrier fashioned out of

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

studied the interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

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

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 buried in his hands. Previously, that place had

to stare at the lights with a

can't they just

were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a broken

covered with blood, but the man didn't

hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes,

the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

piercing the man with a

Kurt. Long

voice, the

that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back

insult,