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:

right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent

five Hollows, then frowned

what

semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived

these specialists

specialist, then how did

shook her

do you think are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's

for a bit,

get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely,

shook her

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. So keep your

agree that she was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect

for a few

attention to your shadow. Don't let him

and then gave him a

to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the underground

theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and

with deep shadows nesting between the areas of

the interior of the

"There's no one here."

for a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden

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

his head to stare at the lights with

why can't they

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

face were covered with blood, but the man didn't seem

with one hand, he lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on

in his eyes, which was then replaced with

they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

with people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have

piercing the man

Kurt. Long time no

the man

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 least knew how to show

insult,