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:

not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel

at the five Hollows, then

specialist… what a

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 deadly challenge of the

one of these specialists himself,

is such a specialist, then

Jet shook her

in the Dream Realm and then return to their

on it for a

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

Jet shook her

powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't

died by his hand because Sunny's

silent for a few moments,

guy, pay attention to your shadow.

and then gave

heavy metal door. Behind it, a

and looked more like a luxurious theater than 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 a stage

with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or less see

Jet studied the interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

lingered for a moment, then walked over to a control

the ceiling, flooding 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

grimaced, and then raised his head to stare at the lights with

why can't they just live me

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

and face were covered with blood, but

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

his eyes,

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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 one. Dogs were the rich man's

piercing the man with a cold, cold gaze. The murderer

there, Kurt. Long time no

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day,

his insult,