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

at the five Hollows, then

specialist… what

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

these specialists himself, after

specialist, then how did

shook

possible in the

a bit,

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

shook

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.

the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter

for a few moments,

to your shadow. Don't

Jet frowned, and then gave him

returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind

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

shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more

interior of the

"There's no one here."

walked over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and

away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on the

man grimaced, and then raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence

can't they just live

thirty, with a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying

and face were covered with blood,

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

hint of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then

you, 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 the rich could afford

the man with a cold, cold

there, Kurt. Long

her voice, the man

You got really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it

insult,