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:

someone who has spent his whole life behind a Citadel wall. He is… was the

five Hollows, then frowned

what

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

these

specialist,

Jet shook

spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return

a bit,

if he is a seasoned fighter, so what? You are an Ascended. Surely,

shook

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 of the fight. You should know this already… every Aspect has a Flaw, and every power has

had died by his hand because Sunny's Aspect was a perfect

for a few

guy, pay attention to your shadow. Don't let him

and then gave

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

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

sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas

Jet studied the interior of the arena, then

"There's no one here."

moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden

figure of a man could be seen in the very

stare at the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice

why can't they just

bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as

hands, and face were covered with blood, but the

lowered his gaze and slowly focused it on

hint of recognition slowly appeared in his

they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What

Sunny sighed inwardly.

get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he

a step forward, piercing the man with a

there, Kurt. Long

the man called Kurt suddenly

long time indeed. You 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

insult, she