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 wall.

five Hollows, then frowned

what a peculiar

smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish

these specialists himself, after

a specialist, then how did this

shook her

are the most compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the

for a bit,

if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended.

shook her

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,

the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was

remained silent for a

to your shadow. Don't let

and then gave him a

and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it,

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 and was surrounded by a protective barrier

whole space was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or

the interior of the arena,

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved

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

at the lights with a dark

can't they just live me

face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant

and face were covered with blood, but the man

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

hint of recognition slowly appeared in his

Hell… they sent the attack

Sunny sighed inwardly.

it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs

a step forward, piercing the man with a

Kurt. Long time no

the man called Kurt

Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in

insult,