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Needless to say, Victoria's initial impression of the others around her was... less than stellar. For one thing, there was some idiot in a trench coat who, judging by his choice of "compliment," seemed to have somehow mistaken her for a boy. Really? She might not have been "curvy," persay, but it wasn't like her features were overly masculine! And what the hell was he talking about actually sleeping? It was as if he didn't even realize the meaning of her metaphorical words, let alone that she'd been quoting Shakespeare. Uncultured rube.

And then there was the Witch - Yama, as she called herself - who swiftly began... well, actually, what the hell was she even talking about? Her explanation of the "Naraka System," as she called it, appeared to line up with the new information that had appeared in Victoria's head, and the strange new powers her instincts told her she now possessed. And, leaving that much aside, she was standing in a park with a bunch of people she didn't know in the slightest, with no idea how she'd come to be there, and without a so much as a bird chirping to disturb the utter, unnatural silence of the lifeless world around her. Between that and the red sky... well, ridiculous though the situation might have seemed, it was a little hard not to believe the Witch's explanation.

Anyone else, put in her shoes, might have panicked, or been horrified by the knowledge that they'd have to kill in order to survive. And, even Victoria, who was well used to the fear Humans had towards "something foreign" that might take their own lives understood, in some sense, the enormity of what it was she would have to do. But simply thinking about it didn't change anything, so there was really no use dwelling on the inevitable loss of the lives surrounding her, now was there? Besides, they'd just as soon kill her in order to preserve themselves, so it wasn't personal or anything. There wasn't any reason to be upset, even for her own sake, since having her existence erased didn't sound all that different from what it was she desired in the first place. Whether she killed or was killed, where exactly did she come off losing? So, she shrugged, and moved on to what was clearly a much more pressing concern.

...Or at least, she would have if she hadn't been interrupted by that loudmouth in the trench coat, who was asking about Yama's HAT, of all the stupid-

...No, wait, damnit, she couldn't actually fault him for that. Now that she got a closer look at it, it was a REALLY NICE hat. ...But even so, that was hardly her most pressing concern.

[color=#18B150]"Ehem,"[/color] She cleared her throat and butted in without waiting for the Witch to answer the first inane inquiry. [color=#18B150]"So basically, what you're saying is that you'll grant someone's wish in exchange for murdering each other? And yet, it doesn't seem as if you'd benefit in any particular way from any of our deaths. Perhaps you're simply in a charitable mood, but do forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical."[/color] Perhaps it was an odd assessment of the situation, but even given the survival game she'd been apparently tossed into without so much as being asked first, this whole setup seemed a bit... too good to be true?