"...Pandora, what do you think you're doing?!" I say, half alarmed, as Pandora rips the panels off the room of the Apocalypse Goddess who came before her.
"Aradia, stop talking, you're breaking my concentration. You're more of a prude than I expected—rules, rules, rules, that's all you ever talk about. I'm not doing anything against the rules."
"You can't destroy someone else's room!" I grab her hand and pull her away from the room's panels, but she yanks her hand back, and unfortunately there isn't much I can do, because the owner of this room has been dead for too long.
"You can't touch me like that. Stop being annoying. This old room doesn't even have an owner anymore... actually, I've got something better to find..." Pandora bites down on one of the panels, pulling it with her teeth, and a small chest falls out from inside.
'What is that? Has that always been there?'
