Kill the Sun

It took a while for the guy to regain his bearings, but as soon as he did, he immediately started talking with no end in sight.

He and the guy who was already dead had been friends for a long time.

They had met each other as kids in the Dregs, and they pulled many scams to get ahead in the Dregs.

But then, they managed to become Extractors and decided to stop being crooks. After all, Manufacturers were scary.

They had intended to be normal employees when they had come to Dark Dream.

However, when they met Nick, they thought he was a pushover.

Nick was so young, and he acted so nicely.

It was like he was a naïve child.

Additionally, the fact that one of the two team leaders was a woman also didn't fill them with a lot of confidence.

On top of that, Wyntor looked just as young as Nick.

The only scary person was Trevor, in their opinion.

Dark Dream looked like an easy target for a scam.

So, they started on their plan.

Learn as much about Specters as possible before convincing another Manufacturer to buy them off of Dark Dream for the information.

The one who had come up with the plan was the dead guy, and when he died, the two of them felt like headless chickens.

What were they supposed to do?!

So, they decided to get fired as quickly as possible.

At that point, the guy turned around as he heard the loud sound of a crash.

The first guy had woken up, and Nick tried to put him unconscious again by ramming his head against the floor.

Nick rammed the guy's head down, lifted it, looked at the guy's face, realized that he was still conscious, and rammed him against the floor again.

The other guy had never been so scared before!

This was supposed to be a pushover?!

In the guy's eyes, Nick looked like some kind of colossal ogre that just "played" with a weak child.

Wyntor beckoned him to continue, and the guy reluctantly continued talking.

After recounting everything that had happened, he started to give one apology after the other while trying to get to his knees, which wasn't easy since several of his bones were broken.

He kept begging and begging.

He would work for free!

He was willing to follow them forever!

He would tell them anything they wanted to hear!

He had a wife!

He had children!

Wyntor just looked at the guy wordlessly with a cold expression for a while.

Then, Wyntor straightened his posture.

BANG!

"Nick!" Wyntor shouted with annoyance.

"What? The guy keeps regaining consciousness," Nick answered with annoyance.

"Then, let him regain consciousness. He can't escape anyway," Wyntor said.

Nick looked at the unconscious guy for a while.

"No need. I think I finally got him. He's not moving at all," Nick said.

Wyntor took a deep breath before standing up.

"Follow me," he ordered as he walked past the groveling guy.

The groveling guy stood up as quickly as he could and followed Wyntor out of the office.

Nick grabbed the unconscious guy by the hair and followed Wyntor as well.

The injured guy kept breathing heavily and looking behind him at Nick, who was pulling the unconscious guy behind him by the hair like a sack of garbage.

Then, they saw Trevor walking out of the staircase.

When Trevor saw the four of them, his eyebrows rose in surprise.

Wyntor wordlessly nodded towards him in greeting, and Trevor answered in kind.

Trevor walked past Wyntor as he took a deep breath.

The guy in the middle shot a terrified and begging glance at Trevor.

Trevor just ignored him.

"Oh hey, I need to talk to you later," Nick said casually to Trevor.

"Of course," Trevor answered. "I'll be in my office for the next two hours."

"Sure," Nick said, and Trevor walked past him.

A moment later, Trevor sighed.

'I told them that they shouldn't try to pull any shady business with Boss or Mr. Melfion,' Trevor thought.

'Now, Cryon, Kerry, and Taren have to pull double duty and also work with the Blood Horse.'

'Or maybe Mr. Melfion will just take care of it from now on.'

While Trevor planned the new schedule for his team, the other four walked down the staircase.

The body of the unconscious person kept bumping on the stairs as they descended the staircase.

When the guy in the middle saw Wyntor entering the fifth floor, he felt like he was going to die.

There were only two Specters on the fifth floor.

The Dreamer and an unknown Specter that had been assigned to the same Extractor for years.

The guy looked back and saw Nick's uninterested eyes looking at him, waiting for him to continue walking.

Yet, the guy just couldn't continue walking.

He was too afraid.

He didn't want to die!

Nick lifted the unconscious guy by the hair and showed him to the other one.

The message was clear.

Walk or join him.

Eventually, the guy continued walking, but he walked very slowly.

Every single second that passed felt so precious to him.

He only had seconds left to live.

He didn't want to die!

He didn't want to die!

He didn't want to die!

Then, he started to cry quietly as he walked behind Wyntor.

Wyntor walked into the locker room of the Dreamer, and the others followed after him.

A moment later, the door to the Containment Unit opened.

The guy just looked with cold terror at the Dreamer.

He had never seen the Dreamer before.

When he saw the emotionless eyes of the owl, he felt like he was encased in ice.

Bang.

Nick threw the unconscious guy to the ground and took a vial of green liquid out of his pocket.

After putting a small drop of green liquid on the unconscious guy, the guy's body started to recover rapidly.

Then, Nick grabbed the other guy and put a drop on him as well.

All the bones in the guy's body recovered, and hope returned.

Were they going to let them go?

"You can kill them, but don't injure them."

Yet, when Wyntor said these words, all the hope died.

A moment later, Wyntor walked out of the Containment Unit, and Nick followed after him.

Then, they locked the Containment Unit from the outside.

Meanwhile, on the inside, the unconscious guy opened his eyes.

The other guy was just frozen in the middle of the Containment Unit.

And on the other end, the Dreamer just looked at them.