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:

dangerous. This guy is not someone who has spent his whole life behind

at the five Hollows, then

what a peculiar

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

these

specialist,

shook her

spent as little time as possible in the Dream

on it for a bit, then said with

he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely, dealing with him

shook

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

proof. Harus had died by his hand

for a few moments, and then

attention to your shadow. Don't let him get anywhere near

then gave him

to the dance hall, and then found another heavy metal door. Behind it, a narrow staircase led further down, to the underground

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

the areas of

the interior of the

"There's no one here."

a control

moment later, bright 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

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

why can't they just

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

covered with blood, but

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

slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then

they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha!

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

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

Long time no

hearing her voice, the

lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath

his insult, she