There Is No Salvation for Extras

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“The time we can spend together-“

A wide space where the sound of singing resonates. A place where light comes only from the stage, and everywhere else is dark.

“May this happy time last forever-“

This place, covered in marble on all sides, had the feel of an opera hall at first glance.

A stage installed on one side of the interior wall and curtains spread wide on both sides. A woman stands up there and sings her song with her eyes closed, and everywhere she can look at the stage, there are a lot of people sitting as if admiring her.

Her sweet voice that is heard fills her wide space, and her audience is looking at her without even moving an inch. This is her place – her unique self that people don’t know much about. ‘S secret concert hall.

“Lala- lala lala-“

If you look at it from the outside, you may see it as a normal place with a woman singing a song and people appreciating the song – but if you look closely, you may find something strange.

There is no entrance or exit behind the audience. The only things that exist outside of the stage are the stage and the audience. If you look closely, most of the people who are listening to the song with concentration are mannequins.

Of course, the people sitting at the very front of the stage were all human, but if you looked closely, their limbs were tied, their mouths were covered with cloth, and red tears were flowing from their eyes.

If you look closely at their faces, you might recognize that they are people who have recently gone missing, but unfortunately there are only two types of people here.

Performers wearing clown masks and playing instruments and vocalists singing – either on stage, or those outside the stage whose veins are gradually becoming more prominent and causing competition – and now blood is pouring out of their ears and noses. Only.

There was no one to report for the missing people or anyone to save them, and the performance gradually rushed toward its climax as if they were aware of their feelings.

“Lalala-“

The hand movements of those playing the instruments stop, and the singing ends. A woman wearing a light purple dress who appeared to be a vocalist soon gave a final greeting to the audience with a polite hand gesture. At that moment, a strange sound of something being torn apart was heard, and the tied bodies of the audience exploded, turning the surrounding area red. .

“-Thank you.”

The woman stood up gracefully and smiled and expressed her gratitude to the audience, but there was no response from them. That’s natural. How will those who are already dead applaud her, and how will her mannequins cheer for her?

Party. Match. Match.

But I hear applause. Applause that clearly should not be heard, a monotonous sound coming from just one person, began to echo throughout the concert hall.

“It’s great every time I listen to it.”

When a man covered in the blood of those around him got up, she walked off the stage and smiled.

Neither he, she, nor those who played her instrument expressed any doubts about the strange things that happened in this abnormal space. Of course-

“You always compliment me so I don’t know what to do. “It’s an honor.”

“I am grateful. “Wow, it’s a moving performance every time I see it.”

“I’m glad the leader is satisfied. “We will prepare a performance at any time, so please come and visit us whenever you want.”

The man who claps his hands and makes a satisfied voice is the worst villain in the history of Korea.

“I’d like to hear from you often, but you’re too busy. “Didn’t you say you’re preparing for a performance this time too?”

“Is the performance a big deal? If the leader wants it, I have to come, even if it means giving up my schedule. I am-“

The woman who looks up at him with eyes full of envy and smiles is one of the best vocalists in the world –

“Villain Silence. “I’m just a clown who sings only for you.”

One of the executives of the evil brigade. Because she was one of the worst villains who lived with their identities hidden.

“So, what brought you here?”

“It’s no different – I heard you’re doing a performance this time.”

“Yes. “I have a schedule scheduled in Jongno-gu, Seoul, but-“

The two continue their conversation and go up to the stage. Those playing instruments took off their masks, bowed, and opened the door at the back of the stage.

“Because I plan to do some work then. Is that okay?”

When they opened the door, what appeared was none other than the stage of another concert hall. What existed behind the stage they were on was a completely bizarre place – an opera hall.

“Is it terrorism? “I can help you, even if it means giving up all my honor.”

“No, there’s really no need to do that. “I just want to find out something.”

“Is this something you want to find out?”

“It depends on the situation, but – hmmm. To put it in one word, yes.”

The people who came down from the stage with all the lights off and walked between the audience seats went out of the building-

“You could call it a trap.”

Those who came outside laughed as they looked at the numerous performance halls and the plaza crowded with people.

“We’ll talk about the details tomorrow.”

“I understand. Then – please take a look.”

No one heard her last greeting. After she finished saying what she had to say, he disappeared without a trace. But she soon lowered her head and smiled brightly as she looked at the eyes focused on her.

“-Welcome to everyone who came to my performance.”

A very natural greeting. Neat movement without unnecessary details. People went crazy looking at her and shouting her name over and over again –

“Entry will be available starting in 10 minutes, so please enjoy it-“

The villain Silence, no, the vocalist Jo Yu-mi, was looking at them. He turned his back with a smile on his face.

A genius vocalist who always hides his identity. However, although her eyes were full of murderous intent, the citizens, as always, just let out thunderous shouts without knowing that the woman in front of her was a villain.

A place called Incheon’s cultural square. Soon, the beautiful sounds of music began to resonate in a place where numerous artists were performing –

“Thank you.”

The next day, along with an article saying that her performance had ended successfully, the schedule for the next performance location was released.

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There is tension in a space that is neither too narrow nor too wide, and a suffocating silence follows.

The only sounds that can be heard are occasionally the sound of something being scribbled on paper and the mechanical sound of the second hand of a clock moving. Even though the space is quite crowded, the quiet time continues –

“Everyone stop.”

Finally, when the man who was looking at the boys and girls in front of him opened his mouth –

“Puh-haa!”

“It’s over!”

Students taking the exam put down their fans and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Children sitting in the back can come to the front and take the test papers, and children who have taken the test papers can move.”

“Yes-“

Three weeks have passed since the incident of that day. The students in the hero department sighed in relief as they fell on their desks after finishing the exam that marked the end of the second semester of their third year.

Grades may not have much to do with their graduation, but if they completely give up studying, they will definitely fail the graduation exam. That’s why the students desperately took the test, and now the test is over.

“Wow… I thought I was going to die.”

“I couldn’t do anything because I was studying for this… I was going to play a game…”

“My body aches because I keep studying. Should we play soccer?”

“Good. “I’ll ask the other classmates and then come back.”

No matter what the grades are, there is no turning back now, and all that is left is to wait for the results. The students stood up and stretched, leaving the rest to their future selves, and soon returned with a lively appearance, remembering what they would do next.

“Soa. Should we go eat something?”

“Good. “What do you want to eat?”

“Shall we go eat malatang? I was really craving it when I saw it in the video yesterday-“

“Were you just glued to your phone the day before the exam? “You b*tch!”

“Oh my, was this a guided interrogation!?”

And the same goes for those who came together as soon as the exam was over. While Hangyeol was clutching his head and groaning, Kwon So-ah and Seong Hyeon-ah, who had gathered around him, soon started chatting and talking about what to eat.

“Hangyeol, are you going too?”

“Okay…”

“It was good. Jihyun, what about you?”

“I like it too.”

I don’t know if the test was a failure, but Hangyeol nodded with a grim look on his face, then sighed and looked at the gathered girls.

“…What’s wrong? “Did you fail the test?”

Hyuna finally realized the vain look in his eyes and belatedly asked –

“No… I actually enjoyed it thanks to your help.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

After Hangyeol shook her head, she immediately took out her cell phone, searched something about her, and showed it to the girls.

“…Vocalist Jo Yu-mi’s performance schedule? What’s this?”

“I forgot because of the exam. Damn, it’s already hard to get tickets…”

When Han-gyeol sighed and shook her head, So-ah soon began looking through his cell phone with interested eyes.

“It’s the 13th… Two days later?”

“It’s hard to get tickets for this undercover. No, it’s hard to get tickets for even ordinary performances in the first place, so are you trying to get tickets now for a performance by someone who is called the voice of God?”

“I know… I know… But couldn’t I have at least tried?!”

After finding out the schedule and location, the two spoke to him as if it were absurd, and Hangyeol shouted as if it was unfair, saying that he also knew –

“Why don’t you talk about this with Yena?”

“…Huh?”

Jihyun immediately searched and then said it as if it was obvious.

“No, take a good look at where this performance is being hosted.”

“Final Hope. Here is-“

“Yes.”

Final Hope. It is one of the largest conglomerates in Korea with a suspiciously large amount of assets, and is a company that makes costumes for heroes and equipment for police officers.

“It says that the chairman’s family can also be seen in the VIP room. So doesn’t that mean Yena is going there too? “Maybe I’ll ask.”

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A company where the father of their friend Yena Kim is the chairman. That means, if you ask her, you might be able to see her at least from afar, if not from her seat.

“-Yena!”

“So- huh? What. What’s the matter?”

At Ji-hyeon’s words, Han-gyeol jumped up and called Yena, who had returned after handing her the exam paper, and when she came to her side, she explained the whole story-

“Hmm. “It may be difficult to get a VIP room or seat, but there is a way to see it.”

“Really?! What?!”

After hearing her whole story, Yena smiled meaningfully, her eyes shining.

“…Part-time job?”

“Yes, part-time job. “If you guys are interested, why not join us?”

“What kind of part-time job is this?”

“Hmm. That’s it-“

Her green eyes glowed, and she suggested with a devilish grin.

“-I heard it’s a bodyguard-like role.”

“f*ck.”

And five hours later. After hearing the man say that he had come with information, Hyunwoo held his head in his hands as the situation unfolded differently from the game’s story.