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]."

Scylla stopped talking, almost as

"Perfect."

lot more to say, but that didn't seem to concern the man

it. None

didn't understand what he meant by that, but it didn't seem like he had any intentions to explain any

only known you for a relatively short while—though

vanish. It

up being so cruel." He drew closer to her, the blankness of his mask

It's incompatible,

closer, and this time

frightened

mercy, and the tears in her

face screamed as she watched

course, the man in the mask ignored

he seemed

the chuckles stopped, and the guard seemed to look behind Scylla for some

at something; she

finally the time I've been waiting for. Looks like there's no need to

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

to see a man

'Eeeeeek!'

was the man in the black mask—the Reaper

words echoing in her mind, Scylla felt her head being

blank

her tears floated in the air with her blood

had planned everything from the start, ended up suffering such a humiliating and

she go

knew it already! The nexus point that kickstarted her entire

'H-he did this…!'

always been somewhat dissatisfied with her position in the Slave Union. As an ambitious human, she

she never acted on

she too weak, but her resources wouldn't allow her to swallow the others in

the other factions ganged up on her, she would be completely

of these factors,

of Evals Redart and the deaths of the Councilors who truly ruled

all of that changed when

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

as an ally to her side