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:

guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He

at the five Hollows, then frowned

what

normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their

these specialists himself,

he is such a specialist, then how

Jet shook

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 like us,

a

so what? You are an Ascended.

shook her

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, and every power has a counter. So keep your

had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability,

for a

we confront this guy, pay attention to your

and then gave him

another heavy metal door. Behind it,

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 fashioned

the

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

control panel

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 his hands. Previously, that place had seemed to be

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

they just live me

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

with blood,

the light with one hand, he lowered his gaze and

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes,

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

the man with a cold, cold gaze.

Kurt. Long time no

hearing her voice, the man called

lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding

insult, she smiled,