<span style="font-style: italic">"Who said that? Why did you crash the party?"</span>Spoke a voice that most definitely belonged to a man. The blue bandanna hindered her sight so she couldnâ€™t quite tell what the man looked like. But she could feel from the sound of the voice that it was a man, and was deeper in the graveyard. She may not have been able to see, but her ears allowed her to navigate as if she had sight. Her mind just seemed to related the sound to distance, and area.<br/><br/>"What party? I donâ€™t hear any party other than yourself? And who the hell are you?" She felt herself get closer towards where the voice was. Knowing that he would be able to see her, and she wouldnâ€™t be able to see him. Which was oddly saddening to her. Since his blood smelled awfully delicious, and that he was probably more so delicious in looks. But she had to surpress the urge to rip off the bandanna. For seeing is not worth destruction. She shook her head at the thought. Though all she could see was darkness. The sounds of the world seemed to add to the strangeness. For she never really knew what the outside world was really like.