“Hey! Excuse me!” I yelled from the top of my lungs while banging the door. I took a deep breath; I don’t really like direct confrontation, but sometimes, you just have to do things yourself. I heard the pitter patter of someone’s shoes before she opened the door. Lucia gasped, letting a big smile grow on her chestnut-brown skin.

“Pan! Hey!” she exclaimed, jumping into my reluctant arms. I hitched my breath, not very fond of the sudden physical touch that she presented towards me.

“Oh, uh, hey.” I said, awkwardly patting her back. We’re really not that close, in my opinion, but then again, Lucia is like this to everyone that she knows. She finally pulled away, allowing me to breathe in peace.

“What’s up? You can tell little ol’ Lucy anything, Pan!”, she said, letting out a giggle near the end of her sentence.

“First of all,” I began while gently pushing her away, “it’s Pandora. Secondly, I’ve come to talk about your basement and the…project that you’re supposedly working on in there.” Her face dropped.

“Oh,, sorry but,” she glared at me. “I can’t let you in there.” I took a step back out of surprise. ‘What could be in there?’, I thought to myself, letting out a shaky breath as her brown eyes pierced through my soul.

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Cold. So cold. That’s the first thing I felt when I got thrown in here. Is this the end? I don’t even know where I am. My eyes feel so sleepy, but I can’t sleep. I can’t rest until I get out of here. I have to get out of here. No matter the cost.