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:

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

glanced at the five

what a peculiar

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 reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and adapted to it… even thrived in it. They shaped their lives to suit

was one of these specialists

a specialist, then how did this mess

shook her

time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to

a bit,

fighter, so what? You are

shook

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

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

remained silent for a few moments, and

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

frowned, and then gave him

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

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

between the areas of light. Still, one could more

of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

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

the arena with a bright 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

with a dark expression. A hoarse voice

they

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

hands, and face were covered with

gaze and slowly focused it on Master Jet

his eyes, which was then replaced

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

piercing the man with a

there, Kurt. Long time

hearing her voice, the

like you finds it

insult,