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:

right, then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life

five Hollows,

specialist… what a peculiar

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 of

was one of these specialists himself, after

is such a specialist, then how

Jet shook

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

for a bit, then

get it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are

Jet shook

easy, Sunny. That 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

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

for a few

pay attention to your shadow. Don't let

and then

then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow

more like a luxurious theater than a 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

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas of

studied the interior of the

"There's no one here."

lingered for a moment, then walked over to a control

chased away the shadows, and suddenly, a figure of a man could be seen in

raised his head to stare at the lights with

why can't they just live

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

and face were covered with blood, but

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

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then

you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an

Sunny sighed inwardly.

Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course,

a step forward, piercing the man with a cold, cold gaze. The

Kurt. Long time

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt

it beneath herself to associate

insult, she