An Extra’s POV

[Privilege Readers might be confused, because you've all read this chapter as an extension of the .

Sorry for the mixup, but I accidentally skipped a chapter in the earlier chapters, so by the time I was done adding it and editing it, things ended up like this. So please, go read the chapter called 'The Departure' right before 'Finding The Lost Item' so you can get the chapter that you missed.

I'm sorry for the mixup!]

"AHHHHHHHH!"

He suddenly began to hear noises coming from within the hideout.

'Hm…?'

More noises greeted his ears, though they were very muffled since Gary was outside.

"Are they fighting again?" He grumbled. "Those idiots… they'll wake up the Leader!"

Gary quickly finished his activity, inserting his stick inside his boxer shorts, ignoring the remnant liquid that dropped down his dirty underwear.

This wasn't the first time he had rushed the progress anyway, so he wasn't too concerned.

He closed the pouch and tied it back around his Wesson, covering everything with his boxer shorts.

Right as he was done, he heard another scream echo within the place.

It was a blood-curdling one—not resembling one borne out of a fight among comrades.

Gary felt his heart skip a beat, but this fear was swiftly overruled by the fear of what their Leader would do to everyone if he was woken up by their screaming.

Even if Gary wasn't among, he knew the Leader's punishment was one he could not escape.

Spurred by this, he rushed inside the building, neatly ripping the door from its hinges, as he yelled—like the idiot that he was—at his noisemaking comrades.

"You guys, STOP! You'll WAKE the LEADER!"

As Gary rushed in, shutting his eyes to make this declaration, he realized something.

… There was no noise—at least, not anymore.

'E-eh…?'

Instead, a certain smell caused him to slowly open his eyes as it overwhelmed his senses with a familiar sensation.

'W-what is… this…?'

sight, as he noticed the severed parts of his

of Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to join in the

"N-no…"

brain matter, and a

chunks of human

was all…

Repulsive!

he

sour stench of his undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell of the blood around him, combined to form

… Something worse.

once again, but

again, and you'll suffer even more before

moment Gary heard this, he

of his

would mean

'W-why…?'

slowly raised his head as he spotted three figures before

handsome noble that any pauper like him would want

young lady who had an

she would never hurt a fly, but the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered on her pretty face told him she wasn't as innocent

his comrades into these disgusting bits and pieces was

The same deep voice from just

last person—the man shrouded in a dark cloak whose

had a black mask on, so his face

the kind that told Gary

these incredibly powerful people wanted from him

he would have to join his now-dead

"… Where is she?"

of darkness,

confused face greeted the obsidian mask with

"I… I don't understand…"

ask again…" The man's crimson eyes shone brighter

the ring. Where

heard this, his eyes widened in utter fear

ring? What ring? The

of how valuable the ring