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 his comrades

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

"N-no…"

tons of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and

heads that rolled around, and chunks of human meat dipped

was all… so

Repulsive!

realized it, he collapsed to his knees and

contents, mixed in with the gross smell of

… Something worse.

vomiting once again, but he was stopped by

that again, and you'll suffer even more

he

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

would

'W-why…?'

head as he spotted

kind of handsome noble that any pauper like him

there was a young lady who had an unsheathed blade brandished

so cute that it seemed like she would never hurt a fly, but the murderous gleam in her eyes as she looked at him, and the blood splattered on her pretty face

fact, the one that sliced off his comrades into these disgusting bits

The same deep voice from just earlier

whose back was rested on the walls as he

black mask on, so his

the kind that told Gary that instant death awaited

people wanted from him and his comrades, but he knew

to join his now-dead companions in the deep

"… Where is she?"

of darkness, Gary's body perked

desperate, but confused face greeted the obsidian mask

"I… I don't understand…"

ask again…" The man's crimson

the ring.

his eyes widened in utter

ring? What ring? The one

ring was? They probably came to retrieve