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 the severed parts of his comrades

bottom of Gary's feet, as if welcoming

"N-no…"

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

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

all… so

Repulsive!

Before Gary realized it, he

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

… Something worse.

but

you'll

heard this, he automatically swallowed his second

the sight of his

would mean certain

'W-why…?'

slowly raised his head as

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

a young lady who had an unsheathed blade brandished

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

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

you…" The same deep voice from just earlier echoed in

shrouded in a dark cloak whose back was

black mask on, so his face was concealed

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

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

quickly, he would have to join his now-dead

"… Where is she?"

man 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. Where is

his eyes widened in utter fear and downright

ring? The

valuable the ring was? They