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…?'

he noticed

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

"N-no…"

spot tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and

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

all… so

Repulsive!

he collapsed to his knees and

gross smell of

… Something worse.

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

that again, and you'll suffer even more

moment Gary heard this, he automatically swallowed

downright disgusted by the sight of his earlier vomit sinking into the blood before him, he

so would

'W-why…?'

as he spotted

like a gentleman—the kind of handsome noble that any pauper like

was a young lady who had an unsheathed blade

the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered

his comrades into these

you…" The same deep voice from just earlier

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

a black mask on, so his face

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

what these incredibly powerful people wanted from him and his comrades,

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

"… Where is she?"

man of darkness, Gary's body perked up as

greeted the obsidian

"I… I don't understand…"

The man's crimson eyes shone brighter as

with the ring.

his eyes widened in utter fear and

ring? The one

how valuable the ring was? They probably came to retrieve it