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:

be dangerous. This guy is not someone who

the five Hollows, then

what a

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 to it… even thrived in it. They shaped their lives to suit the deadly challenge

was one of these

specialist, then how did

shook

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,

a

get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him

Jet shook

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

died by his hand because

remained silent for a few moments, and

to your shadow. Don't let

frowned, and then gave him

they returned to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow

velvet, and there were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena itself resembled a

nesting between the areas of light. Still, one could more or

interior of

"There's no one here."

over to a control panel hidden in one of

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

stare at the lights with a

why can't they just live me

a gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used

hands, and face were covered with blood, but the man didn't seem to

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

his eyes, which was then replaced with

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

forward, piercing the man with a cold,

Long time no

the man called Kurt

got really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least knew how to show respect,

his insult,