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…?'

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

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

"N-no…"

and a

around, and chunks of human meat dipped in the stew that was their own

was all… so

Repulsive!

it, he collapsed to his knees and

his undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell of

… Something worse.

felt like vomiting once again, but he

again, and you'll suffer even more before

he automatically swallowed his second

his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before him, he instinctively

so would mean

'W-why…?'

slowly raised his head as he spotted three

like a gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that

a young lady who had an unsheathed blade brandished in

murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered on her pretty face told him she

fact, the one that sliced off his comrades into these disgusting bits and pieces was most

deep voice from just earlier echoed

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

black mask on, so his face was concealed

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

no idea what these incredibly powerful people wanted from him and his comrades, but he knew

have to join his

"… Where is she?"

he heard a question from the man of darkness, Gary's body perked up

greeted the obsidian

"I… I don't understand…"

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

girl with the

Gary heard this, his eyes widened in

ring? What ring? The one

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