An Extra’s POV

"No one knows, you know?"

As those words danced in the air, Justin struggled to comprehend their meaning.

Perhaps this was because his heart was beating too fast, and the loud pounding in his head just wouldn't stop. He found himself barely clinging onto Ater's words.

This felt like a haze… a dream.

No, not a dream.

This had to be a nightmare.

He was helpless—paralyzed in sheer hopelessness—as he listened to Ater's words as the latter circled around him, like a shark swirling around the wounded prey in bloodied waters.

"Rey, Belle… all of them don't know about you yet. Not to the extent that I do, Justin Blake."

Saliva was stuck in Justin's throat, but he was too frightened to swallow.

"Now, if you do not wish to be exposed, then you will listen to me well and do as I say. Is that understood?" As Ater asked this, Justin made no response.

He simply froze there, blankly staring at the man.

"I said… is that understood?"

As Ater drew closer, filling him with even more of his malevolent aura, Justin forcefully swallowed his saliva and shuddered in recoil. He quickly bobbed his head, nodding ferociously as he took a few steps back.

"I-I understand! I understand!"

down and let's talk." Ater smiled, plopping

ground, and someone of his caliber was not accustomed to such an action. Still… he didn't have

to do as

to sit on the ground, he found himself occupying a rather soft,

'E-eh…?'

just noticed a second ago. Not only were there no walls,

a place he recognized all

"T-this is…?!"

and the remnant malevolence; all of it sent chilling memories flooding Justin's

slowly turning to look at Ater, who was

"Indeed."

Justin look around him

in this Dungeon. For one, it appeared

had the effect of age to them, but with a much more pristine effect than ever before. Most of the ground floor was

it no matter how hard

the plans he has for this place. What

Justin was speechless.

The state of the Dungeon—at the very least, the ground floor that he was in—was more than

like it a

then I suppose all of that effort wasn't for nothing." Ater's

was so pure—almost childish—as if he was a child who looked forward to seeing the

witness it for very long. In merely

mask of

Justin, so I don't plan to hound you too much. After getting a gist of your situation, and also hearing your clearly unbiased thoughts

confused, conflicted, and a lot

arrived here, talkless of what Ater could be talking about at the given period. He was completely at Ater's mercy,

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