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 comrades on

bottom of Gary's feet,

"N-no…"

brain matter, and a bunch of other

their sockets, severed heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew that was their own

was all…

Repulsive!

it, he collapsed

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

… Something worse.

like vomiting once again, but he was

you'll

moment Gary heard this, he automatically

of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before

so would

'W-why…?'

slowly raised his head as he spotted three

a man who appeared like a gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that any pauper like

who had an unsheathed blade brandished in

as she looked at him, and the blood splattered on her pretty face told him she wasn't as innocent as she

comrades into

deep voice from just

person—the man shrouded in a dark cloak whose back was rested on the walls as he stood in

mask on, so his face was

glowed crimson, though, and it was the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited him if he

these incredibly powerful people wanted from him and his comrades,

would have to join

"… Where is she?"

question from the man of darkness, Gary's body perked up as

confused face greeted the obsidian mask

"I… I don't understand…"

make me ask again…" The man's crimson

with the ring. Where is

this, his eyes widened

ring? The

ring was? They probably