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:

someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall.

five Hollows, then frowned

what a

meant. Most of the Awakened 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

one of these

a specialist, then how did

Jet shook her

Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's people like

for a bit, then said

so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with

Jet shook her

power doesn't always decide the outcome

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

for a few moments, and

confront this guy, pay attention to your

and then gave him a

dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a

than Sunny had imagined, and looked more like a luxurious theater than a fighting pit. The rows of seats were furnished with red velvet, and there

shadows nesting between the areas of light. Still, one

studied the interior of the

"There's no one here."

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

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 his hands. Previously, that place had

with a dark

why can't they just live

There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as

and face were covered with blood, but

his gaze

slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced

that you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford

the man with a cold,

Long time

her voice, the

that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me.

insult, she