The air was warm and musty throughout grounds.Her cloak swished back and forth, mask sticking to her to her face. But she could feel this place was right one, Cross Acedamy. It reeked of vampires. But there was a special scent. One that she knew quite well. The scent of a once human. But still changing. Not yet not yet what she looked for. A level E. But when this person turned, whoever they were, she would be waiting. And then she do it. Her final penace. She pulled her bow and arrow from it's glowing holder and and drew it with practiced hands. Then smilling, she loosed the arrow.