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:

then this will be dangerous. This guy is not someone who has

five Hollows,

specialist… what a peculiar

Spell and tried desperately to survive, striving to return to a semblance of a normal life. A much smaller amount,

was one of these specialists

such a specialist, then how did this

Jet shook her

compromised Awakened? Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream

it for a bit, then said with

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

Jet shook

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 a counter. So keep

had died by his hand because Sunny's

silent for a few moments,

pay attention to your shadow. Don't

and then gave him

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

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

whole space was sparsely illuminated, with deep shadows nesting between the areas

interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

for a moment, then walked over to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes and moved

a man could be seen in the very center of the stage, sitting on the floor with his face buried in his

head to stare at the lights with

why can't they just live me

used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a broken liquor

with blood, but the man didn't

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

his eyes, which was

Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack

Sunny sighed inwardly.

creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs were the rich man's best

took a step forward, piercing the man with

there, Kurt. Long time

hearing her voice, the man

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 how to show

his insult, she smiled,