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

five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what a

Awakened were thrust into the Spell and tried desperately to survive, striving to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever

of these specialists

he is such a specialist, then

shook her

who spent as little time as possible in the

it for a bit, then

is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him will

shook

That is a mindset 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 already… every Aspect has a Flaw, and every power has a counter.

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

for a few moments, and

attention to your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere

frowned, and then gave

another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to

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

the areas of light.

interior of the

"There's no one here."

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

of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting

with

why can't they just live

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

covered with blood, but the man didn't seem to

with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which

sent the attack dog herself

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. Dogs were the rich man's

man with a

Long

voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

time indeed. You got really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to

insult, she