Shadow Slave

Chapter 1 Nightmare Begins

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?”

became visibly

“Shit.”

pressed a button on his terminal

Black in the lobby! I

***

world a few decades ago. Back then, the planet was just starting to recover from a series of devastating natural disasters and subsequent resource

a new 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 unnatural slumber, with no sign of waking up even days later, governments finally panicked. Of course,

their sleep, their dead bodies turning into monsters, no one was ready. Nightmare

the Spell was, what

end, it was the Awakened — those who survived the first trials of the Spell and came back alive — who put a stop to its

Spell. But as far as Sunny was concerned, none of it had anything to

of being infected. Well-to-do families hired

your chances of surviving

spent most of his time scrounging for food instead of going to school, being chosen by the

***

few minutes later, Sunny was yawning while several policemen were busy putting him in restraints. Soon he was fastened into a bulky chair that looked like a weird mix between a hospital bed and a torture device. The room they were in was situated in the basement of the police station, with thick armored walls and a formidable-looking vault door. Other officers were standing near the walls, with automatic

not particularly care about them. The only thing he could think about was how much he wanted

gray-haired 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

“What’s your name, kid?”

blinked a few times, trying to concentrate, then

“Sunless.”

old policeman

a strange

to shrug, but

At least I have a name. Back in the

another yawn, he

eclipse. My

got this weird-ass name and his little sister was called Rain… back when she still lived with them, at least. Whether it was the result of poetic imagination or simple laziness, he did

The old policeman grunted.

you want me

shook his

one. Don’t

there was a dark look on the policeman’s face. Then

Sunless. How long can

“Uh… not long.”

The policeman sighed.

procedure. Try to resist for as long as you can and listen to me very

for a

know about the

gave him a

I guess? Who doesn’t know