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 has spent his whole

glanced at the five Hollows, then

what a

return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount, for whatever reason, embraced their new nightmarish reality and

one of these specialists

such a specialist, then

shook her

in the Dream

for a bit,

it… even if he is a seasoned fighter, so

Jet shook her

one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome of the fight. You should know this

as the perfect proof. Harus had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect counter to his formidable Ability, and Caster had been undone by his

for a

attention to your shadow. Don't let him

Jet frowned, and then gave

then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down,

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 were private boxes for the most affluent of the visitors. The arena itself resembled a stage and was surrounded by a protective barrier fashioned out of transparent

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

interior of

"There's no one here."

for a moment, then walked over to a control panel

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

raised his head to stare at the lights with a dark expression.

they

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

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

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

of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with

Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog

Sunny sighed inwardly.

was it with people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the

piercing the man with a cold, cold

Kurt. Long

her voice, the man called

it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least knew

insult, she