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 Gary's feet, as if welcoming

"N-no…"

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

rolled around, and chunks of

all…

Repulsive!

realized it, he collapsed to his

the gross smell

… Something worse.

felt like vomiting once again, but

and you'll suffer

he

by the sight of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before him, he instinctively knew that he couldn't

would

'W-why…?'

as he

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

a young lady who had an unsheathed

would never hurt a fly, but the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered on her

comrades into these disgusting bits and pieces was most

voice from just earlier

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

a black mask on, so his face was

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

wanted from him and his comrades, but

would have to join his now-dead companions in the deep pits of

"… Where is she?"

a question from the man of darkness,

desperate, but confused face greeted

"I… I don't understand…"

me ask again…" The man's crimson eyes

girl with the ring. Where is

Gary heard this, his eyes

ring?

Because of how valuable the ring was? They probably came to retrieve it due to its