Pandora wiped the makeup off her face, doing a horrible job and smearing some of it across her face, and took her hair out of the tight bun it was in, ruffling it is to make the hair spray stop sticking. She put on one of her hoodies and some shorts, going to lay on a beanbag. Her cat, Atlas, leapt on top of her, curling up in her lap. Pandora was sprawled out in a weird way, staring up at the ceiling. "UGH! I hate how I'm forced to wear these dresses and have my hair up and use makeup and that crap!" She rambled to the cat. Not like he could respond, but he listened. "Yea, plus that dress didn't look good at all. the colors clashed with each other." he said. Wait, what? pandora thought, looking at the cat in surprise. But before she could process all of the questions she had, she blinked and instead of being in the beanbag, she was on the floor of some kind of temple. "WHAT THE?-" She exclaimed, jumping up and looking around in a panic.