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 shouting to begin

"Perfect."

obvious that she had a lot more to say, but that

it.

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

you for a relatively short while—though

vanish. It

don't understand how people 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 dread to

yet weak. It's

mask took another step closer, and this

was frightened

and the tears in her eyes

anything!' Her face screamed

the man in

he seemed to

seemed to look behind Scylla for

at something; she

Looks like there's no

what he meant by that. She did her utmost to move

to see a man standing

'Eeeeeek!'

man in the black mask—the

her mind, Scylla felt her head being separated from

blank nearly

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

planned everything from the start, ended up suffering

did she

it already! The nexus point that kickstarted her entire

'H-he did this…!'

the Slave Union. As an ambitious human, she

never acted on this

her resources wouldn't allow her to swallow the others in the same trade

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

a result of these factors, Scylla

of Evals Redart and the deaths of the Councilors who truly

all of that changed when she got

an invincible guard. She was confident in her ability

wanted as an