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 if she was never

"Perfect."

a lot more to say, but that didn't

all of it. None of

didn't understand what he meant by that, but it didn't seem

a relatively short while—though those false memories told you otherwise—but you've

shock didn't vanish. It only intensified upon

who are so weak and pathetic end up being so cruel." He drew closer to her, the blankness of his mask adding a sense of

It's incompatible, I'd

closer, and this time Scylla nearly jumped

frightened

pleaded for mercy, and the tears in her eyes flowed even

do anything!' Her face screamed as she

the man in the

fact, he seemed to

the chuckles stopped, and the guard seemed

was staring at

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

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

man standing

'Eeeeeek!'

in the black mask—the Reaper

With those last words echoing in her mind, Scylla felt her head being separated

went blank

air with her blood as the violet colors of her

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

did she

it already! The nexus point

'H-he did this…!'

position in the

she never acted on

her resources wouldn't allow her to swallow the others

if she ended up failing, or if the other factions ganged up on her,

result of these factors, Scylla never made any real

the deaths of the

changed

invincible guard. She was confident in her ability to win, and she acted on

she wanted as an ally