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…?'

greeted his sight, as he noticed the severed parts of his comrades on

of Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to

"N-no…"

and a bunch of other things—scattered

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

was all…

Repulsive!

he collapsed to his

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

… Something worse.

felt like vomiting once again, but he was stopped by a

you'll suffer even more before

he automatically

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

so would mean

'W-why…?'

as he spotted three

man who appeared like a gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that any pauper like him would want to

had

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

comrades into these disgusting bits and

The same deep voice from just earlier echoed in the

whose back was rested on the walls as

had a black mask on, so his face was concealed

the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited him if he made even the

from him and

didn't act quickly, he would have to join his now-dead companions in the deep

"… Where is she?"

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

confused face greeted the obsidian mask

"I… I don't understand…"

again…" The man's crimson eyes shone brighter

the

heard this, his eyes widened

ring? What ring? The one

the ring was? They probably came to retrieve it due to its