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…?'

as he noticed the severed parts of his comrades on the

feet, as if welcoming him to

"N-no…"

spot tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and a bunch of other things—scattered all around the

heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew that

all…

Repulsive!

he collapsed

contents, mixed in with the gross smell of the blood

… Something worse.

vomiting once again, but he

and you'll

he

he was still very nauseated and downright disgusted by the sight of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before him, he instinctively

would mean certain

'W-why…?'

raised his head as he spotted three figures before

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

was a young lady who had an unsheathed blade

like she would never hurt a fly, but the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked

the one that sliced off his comrades into

same deep voice from just earlier echoed in the

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

so his face was

eyes glowed crimson, though, and it was the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited

powerful people wanted from him and his comrades, but he knew

didn't act quickly, he would have to join his

"… Where is she?"

of darkness,

desperate, but confused face greeted the obsidian mask with

"I… I don't understand…"

make me ask again…" The man's crimson eyes shone brighter as he stared at

the ring. Where

Gary heard this, his eyes widened in utter fear

What ring? The one

Because of how valuable the ring was? They