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

the five Hollows, then frowned

specialist… what

Master Jet had meant. Most of the Awakened were thrust into the Spell and tried desperately to survive, 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…

these specialists himself,

specialist, then how did this

shook her

Folks who spent as little time as possible in the Dream Realm and then return to their actual lives? No, it's

for a bit,

so what?

Jet shook

powerful you are, one mistake is all it takes. Raw power doesn't always decide the outcome

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

a

to your shadow. Don't let him get

then gave him

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

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

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

the interior of the arena, then said

"There's no one here."

to a control panel hidden in one of the boxes

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

the lights with a dark expression. A hoarse voice resounded

why can't they

gaunt unshaven face and bloodshot eyes. There were several used stimulant packs lying on the floor around him, as well as shards of a broken liquor

clothes, hands, and face were covered with blood, but the

he lowered his gaze and slowly focused

in his eyes, which was

that you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack

Sunny sighed inwardly.

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

took a step forward, piercing the man with a cold,

Kurt. Long

hearing her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly

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

insult, she