A figure had raised his hand earlier, and he was easily noticed. Others who sat nearby knew to put their hands down when they saw the figure's hand rise.
Out of fear or excitement to see the figure's performance? Can't tell.
"Oh, we already have a volunteer, huh?"
Marcus looked just below the stage where masked men in some kind of green cloak and other esthetics that left no skin open and made identification hard.
They stood with their arms behind their back, like soldiers at ease, their eyes being the only visible part under their heavy clothing.
"Get the boy," Marcus instructed.
One of these strange, cloaked men stepped forward, and in a twinkle of an eye, he disappeared.
No dramatic glows, no whooshes, no power-ups.
Where he was, he simply wasn't there anymore. He just vanished into thin air.
In another flash of a second, he was standing beside the young adult who had raised his hand.
