[center]The girl continued her trek, stopping, surprised. A voice had called back to her. She put her hands behind her, cradling something sharp, something sharp and with a handle . . she had originally found the knife in her room and that wasn't even the most sickening part. The most twisted part of all was her lack of resistance when she reached out to pick it up. 

[b]"Where are you?"[/b] She called out, continuing a slow, straight stride down the hallway, with her arms casually hanging to her sides, the knife staying hidden against her back.[/center]