"Glances, all I see are glances"
She lingered in the doorway, glancing around the room. She could feel the others glancing at her, but she forced herself to ignore them. They were considered enemies, yes. But sometimes you have to take a chance and dabble with the dark.
People called her naïve, or even stupid, but she was neither. She knew that many things they constantly did were irredeemably wrong, and not things she would do except out of desperation. She wasn’t blind to the very evil at the heart of the group, as she knew exactly how it came to be. But, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and sometimes, revenge simply can’t be achieved through other means.
Finally, she stepped out of her hiding spot in the doorway, holding her hands up where they were visible. “I’ll join. I lost everything to them, to their desire for control. I have nothing to lose.”