An Extra’s POV

'I'm about to… figure what out?'

As Scylla had this thought, she saw a finger of the masked figure draw close to her.

'N-no! Stay back!' Her thoughts echoed as it neared.

Unfortunately, she could do nothing to stop its advance. Before long, it completely closed the distance and reached her forehead.

~Tut~

Nothing but a gentle tap reverberated through her head as the finger made impact.

However, the moment Scylla relaxed her body…

~ZZZTTZZZZ!~

… The true inflow arrived.

"ARRRGHHHHHHH!!!" Her screams filled the massive room, followed by convulsions all over her body.

Her head particularly swayed as her hair whipped all over. Like a madman, she constantly bobbed her head and her face showed hints of insanity.

Tears descended down her eyes, causing her mascara to melt. The cause was a dream of black lines streaming down her cheeks.

Perspiration covered her face as well, which caused most of her makeup to be ruined.

After a while—countless months, if not years, encapsulated in a single moment—Scylla finally stopped her throes of insanity.

It was only when she stopped screaming that the finger left her forehead, and the strange buzz it had exited her brain.

"Do you remember now?"

The strange voice of the man in the mask wafted through Scylla's ears as she looked up at him with a perplexed and apprehensive expression.

"I-I don't know who you are. You're not… you're not my guard. Who are you? Where's my guard?" Her voice began to climb as she gazed upon him.

"Oh? So now you remember!"

"Who are you? Where is my guard! Who are you? Where is my guard? Who are you? Where is my guard?!"

She kept screaming, almost like a broken doll.

"[Command: Silence]."

as if

"Perfect."

lot more to say, but that didn't seem to

all of it. None of that

that, but it didn't seem like he had any intentions

a relatively short while—though those false memories told you

vanish. It only intensified upon

who are so weak and pathetic end up being so cruel." He drew closer to her, the

yet weak. It's incompatible,

white mask took another step closer, and this time Scylla nearly jumped

frightened

for mercy, and the tears in

Her face screamed as she

course, the man in

fact, he seemed to

seemed to look

was staring at something; she could

Looks like there's no

what he meant by that. She did her utmost to move her body, and much to

turned behind to see a man standing in front of a

'Eeeeeek!'

in the black

echoing in her mind, Scylla felt her head being separated from

went blank

last ounces of her tears floated in the air with her blood as

from the start, ended up suffering such a humiliating

she go

knew it already! The nexus point that kickstarted her entire

'H-he did this…!'

dissatisfied with her position in the Slave Union.

never acted on this

her resources wouldn't allow her to swallow

if the other factions ganged up on

result of these factors, Scylla never made any real

capture of Evals Redart and the deaths of the Councilors

that changed when she got

more resources and an invincible guard. She was confident in her ability to win, and she acted

she wanted as an ally to