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

five Hollows, then

specialist… what

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

these specialists himself, after

specialist, then how did this

Jet shook her

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 people

a

a seasoned fighter, so

shook

is a mindset that will 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 has a Flaw,

was right. His own experience served as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his

remained silent for a few moments,

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

then gave him

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

with red velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena

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

studied the interior of

"There's no one here."

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

moment later, bright spotlights ignited on 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 of the stage, sitting on the floor with his face buried in

raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded in the silence of

why can't they

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

with blood,

lowered his gaze and slowly

his eyes,

sent the attack dog herself after me?

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

took a step forward, piercing the man with a

Long time

the man called Kurt suddenly

you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people

insult, she smiled,