The girl stood on the seat of the bleacher before her, leaving her shroud and shoes behind as she walked down the seats until she landed quietly on the cool floor with the bare soles of her feet touching to smooth tiles. Soon enough she was facing the crowd and she smiled. [color=9e0b0f]"I will need a volunteer first. One that is not afraid to harm another."[/color] She asked, holding out a hand as if asking for a dance, though she didn't know what kind of person here had actually killed before.