An Extra’s POV

Scylla was a cannibal.

Personally, she enjoyed her meat slightly undercooked, so she could get the moisture just right, and her spices were also milder than usual.

She also didn't like her food preserves prior to being served, which meant every time she was hungry… someone had to die.

There was no preserving her meal afterwards.

Scylla had friends who shared in her twisted hobbies and enjoyed the same delicacy as her, so she turned her disgusting practice into a business.

She would procure, process, and even sometimes cook the meals that her comrades would enjoy, and they would give her money or small favors in exchange.

Of course, these people readily agreed.

They were too high-profile to risk their names being marred by murder or some kind of illegal activity. Also, since most of them weren't particularly deep into the criminal Underworld of the Alliance, they didn't know how to properly go about killing and processing humans.

In the end, it was far better for Scylla to do the dirty work.

There was something else too…

Out of all the clients Scylla had, none had managed to outmatch her own cruelty.

She was the worst of them all.

Since she preferred her meat to be very tender, her favorite maal was the meat of young ones—the younger the better.

Imagination could go wild on that, but it was exactly how it sounded.

Her twisted nature knew no limits.

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'What… the fuck?!'

The more Rey got to know about Scylla, the more the disgust in his stomach bit at him.

His bloodshot eyes couldn't stop twitching as he tried his hardest to process the information he was receiving.

'Even… babies…?!'

was very beautiful. Not as pretty as Esme, or even Alicia—in his opinion—but

that distract him from his task. However, he often thought about how her innocent

is on

would be such

Evil, so I thought she

known how far those 'self interests' would

If he had known…

have killed her myself!' He gritted

seen enough." Rey sighed, pinching his nose with

Rage. Disgust. Downright confusion.

where he just wanted to collapse and

wasn't done

simply teleported away from the kitchen, leaving the sliced up

become the very meat they were tenderly

done…' His fleeting thoughts

Almost done

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[Moments Later]

weren't there to see everything

that was used for the Dark Gathering, a sigh

plopped on one of the chairs, seating amidst the disturbing scene he had made with

senses. He was already used to seeing all of it, but after getting

at

deserve to live. People who are

even worse than

very limited intelligence, and

couldn't

kind of humans he had learned about this very night,

him that

his code

difference between killing people like that

beings shouldn't have to be a last resort, but something he had to

this world a better, safer place…

the names he saw on the list, but he

been a long

leaving the underground world of Scylla, he went around and investigated the entire building where the Dark Gathering had

nook and cranny

that Rebal was referring