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 will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall.

at the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what

and tried 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,

a specialist, then

Jet shook her

who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives?

it for a bit,

he is a seasoned fighter, so what?

Jet shook her

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

his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had been undone by

a

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

and then gave him

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

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

the

the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

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

raised his head to stare at the lights with a

why can't they just

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

with blood, but

he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on Master

of recognition slowly appeared in his

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself

Sunny sighed inwardly.

Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to

piercing the man with

Long time no

her voice, the man

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 at

his insult, she