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…?'

and gore greeted his sight, as he noticed the severed parts of

bottom of Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to

"N-no…"

tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and a bunch of other things—scattered

sockets, severed heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped

all…

Repulsive!

realized it, he collapsed to

his undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell of the blood around

… Something worse.

like vomiting once again, but he was stopped by

and you'll suffer even more

he automatically swallowed his

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

so would mean certain

'W-why…?'

head as

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

young lady who had an unsheathed

as she looked at him,

that sliced off his comrades into these disgusting bits and pieces was most likely

deep voice from just

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

mask on, so

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

these incredibly powerful people wanted from him and his comrades, but he knew they meant

join his now-dead companions in the deep

"… Where is she?"

question from the man of darkness, Gary's

greeted the obsidian

"I… I don't understand…"

make me ask again…" The man's crimson eyes shone

with the

moment Gary heard this, his eyes widened

ring? What ring? The one

were here? Because of how valuable the ring was? They probably