Shadow Slave

Chapter 1

A frail-looking young man with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes was sitting on a rusty bench across from the police station. He was cradling a cup of coffee in his hands — not the cheap synthetic type slum rats like him had access to, but the real deal. This cup of plant-based coffee, usually available only to higher rank citizens, had cost most of his savings. But on this particular day, Sunny decided to pamper himself.

After all, his life was coming to an end.

Enjoying the warmth of the luxurious drink, he raised the cup and savored the aroma. Then, tentatively, he took a small sip… and immediately grimaced.

"Ah! So bitter!"

Giving the cup of coffee an intense look, Sunny sighed and forced himself to drink some more. Bitter or not, he was determined to get his money's worth — taste buds be damned.

"I should have bought a piece of real meat instead. Who knew actual coffee is so disgusting? Well. It's going to keep me awake, at least."

He stared into the distance, dozing off, and then slapped himself in the face to wake up.

"Tsk. What a rip-off."

Shaking his head and cursing, Sunny finished the coffee and stood up. Rich people living in this part of the city were rushing past the small park on their way to work, staring at him with strange expressions. Looking haggard in his cheap clothes and from the lack of sleep, unhealthily thin and pale, Sunny was indeed out of his place here. Also, everyone seemed so tall. Watching them with a bit of envy, he tossed the cup into a garbage bin.

"I guess that's what three full meals a day would do to you."

The cup missed the bin by a wide margin and fell on the ground. Sunny rolled his eyes in exasperation, walked over and picked it up before carefully putting it in the trash. Then, with a slight grin, he crossed the street and entered the police station.

Inside, a tired-looking officer gave him a quick glance and frowned with obvious distaste.

"Are you lost, boy?"

Sunny looked around with curiosity, noting reinforced armor plates on the walls and poorly hidden turret nests in the ceiling. The officer, too, looked scruffy and mean. At least police stations remained the same wherever you go.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Sunny cleared his throat.

"Uh, no."

Then he scratched the back of his head and added:

"As demanded by the Third Special Directive, I am here to surrender myself as a carrier of the Nightmare Spell."

The officer's expression instantly changed from irritated to wary. He looked the young man over once again, this time with piercing intensity.

"Are you sure you are infected? When did you start showing symptoms?"

Sunny shrugged.

"A week ago?"

officer became visibly

"Shit."

with a hurried motion, he pressed a button on

the

***

then, the planet was just starting to recover from a series

disease that caused millions of people to complain about constant fatigue and sleepiness did not attract a lot of attention. But when they started to fall into an

dying in their sleep, their dead bodies turning into monsters, no

was, what powers it possessed,

of the Spell and came back alive — who put a stop to its rampage. Armed with miraculous abilities earned in their

the catastrophes brought upon by the Spell. But as far as Sunny was concerned, none of it had anything to do with him — not

person, being chosen by the Spell was as much of a risk as an opportunity. Kids learned survival skills and fighting techniques in school, on the off chance of being infected. Well-to-do families hired private tutors to train their children in all sorts of martial arts.

family was, the better your

food instead of going to school, being chosen by the Spell presented no opportunity at all. To

***

mix between a hospital bed and a torture device. The room they were in

he could think about

policeman walked in. He had a seasoned face and stern eyes, looking like someone who had seen a lot of terrible things in his life. After checking the restraints, the policeman glanced quickly on his wristwatch and then turned to

"What's your name, kid?"

a few times, trying to concentrate, then

"Sunless."

old policeman

a strange

to shrug, but found himself unable

so strange about it? At least I have a name. Back in the outskirts,

yawn,

I was born during a solar eclipse. My mom had a poetic soul, you

name and his little sister was called Rain… back when she still lived with them, at least. Whether it

The old policeman grunted.

you want me to

simply shook

no one.

dark look on the policeman's face. Then his expression turned

Sunless. How long can you stay

"Uh… not long."

The policeman sighed.

procedure. Try to resist for

waiting for a response, he

much do you know about the

him a questioning

as anyone, I guess?

hear in the

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