You had just transferred to the intelligence division, a move you hadn't anticipated but were eager to embrace. As a new recruit, you were still finding your way around the headquarters, an expansive, maze-like building filled with bustling agents and secretive corridors.

It was late afternoon, and you were making your way to the archives, juggling a stack of files. Your focus was entirely on the documents in your hands, trying to make sense of the complex data, when suddenly, you collided with someone coming around the corner.

The impact sent the files scattering to the floor. You looked up, about to apologize, when you saw her: Pandora. The notorious spy and one of Hades’ most trusted operatives. She had an air of authority and mystery about her, her sharp features framed by dark hair, eyes piercing and alert.

She knelt down, helping you gather the scattered files. “You should watch where you're going,” she said, her tone more amused than annoyed. “These hallways can be dangerous.”

You stammered an apology, feeling a mix of embarrassment and awe. Pandora handed you the last of the papers, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer.

“New here, aren't you?” she asked, a slight smile playing on her lips. “Well, welcome to the intelligence division. It can be a bit overwhelming at first, but you'll find your way.”

With that, she straightened up and continued down the hallway, leaving you with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. You watched her disappear around the corner, realizing that your encounter with Pandora was just the beginning of something far more complex and potentially dangerous.