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 his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He

five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what a

to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish

of these specialists himself, after

specialist, then

Jet shook her

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

on it for a bit, then said

he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are

shook

all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this already… every Aspect has a

was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had been undone by his

a few moments, and then

to your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere

and then gave

another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow

a 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

illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could

Jet studied the interior of the

"There's no one here."

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

of a man

lights with a dark

they just

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

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

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

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

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

Sunny sighed inwardly.

really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs were

took a step forward, piercing the man

there, Kurt. Long time

her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me.

insult, she