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

five Hollows, then

specialist… what a peculiar

into the Spell 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

one of these specialists himself, after

specialist, then how did this mess

shook her

Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm

a

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

Jet shook

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

his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to

remained silent for a few moments,

your shadow. Don't let him get

Jet frowned, and then gave him

metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the underground

with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena itself resembled a stage

nesting between the areas of light.

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

lingered for a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one

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

his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded

they just live me

used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him,

clothes, hands, and face were covered with

he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

appeared in his eyes, which was

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What

Sunny sighed inwardly.

didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only

a step forward, piercing the man with

Kurt. Long time

voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

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 least knew how to show respect,

insult, she smiled,