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

Gary's feet, as if welcoming him to join

"N-no…"

of internal organs—intestines, brain matter, and a bunch of

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

was all…

Repulsive!

Before Gary realized it, he collapsed

sour stench of his undigested contents, mixed in with the gross smell of the blood around him, combined to

… Something worse.

but he was stopped by

you'll

he automatically swallowed

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

would

'W-why…?'

his head as he

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

there was a young lady who had an

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

fact, the one that sliced off his comrades into these

same deep voice from just earlier echoed in

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

so his face was concealed in

crimson, though, and it was the kind that told Gary that

idea what these incredibly powerful people wanted from him and

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

"… Where is she?"

moment he heard a question from the man of darkness,

desperate, but confused face greeted the obsidian mask with

"I… I don't understand…"

The man's crimson

girl with the ring. Where

eyes widened in

What ring? The one

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