( ooc: Sherry wakes in the exit void, a vast and empty gray black space isolated from any of the other victims. Their screams leak in but sound distant and distorted. It's cold here, enough to cause a shiver and there's a breeze from somewhere that's enough to move strands of her hair. She's not bound and there doesn't seem to be any boundaries around her. No walls and no discernible ceiling. Under her is solidness but the gray mists and rolls further below her as if she's on some unseen platform. )

[ The video changes then, not giving the viewers a chance to recover from the last heinous act. The next person on the screen is not some deserving adult, but a child at the very beginnings of her adolescence. ]

( ooc: Just a small reminder, we're writing from the perspective of a camera, so action over internal information is preferred. )