There was a sense of panic in Sophia's heart, she had just been pulled from her home and now she didn't know where she was as time and space felt like it was crushing in upon her. The next thing she knew, it was dark and it smelled of earth. Was she underground, opening her eyes she realized in a state of panic she was in a basement. She was standing behind a man, a young man, before him on the wall was an arched door drawn in chalk. In a huff she conjured a fireball, it's ghostliness grew as her anger did, being torn from her comfortable spot in the sun next to a Shinto priest who loved her like a human did not feel good. Not to mention the bout of nausea she was feeling at the moment.<br/><br/>She concentrated making the fire burn brighter, longer, and larger. She wanted to be back in the sun, to feel the salty air against her fur and be treated to yummy foods. She was treated with respect and had enjoyed a longer life than any of her siblings. The priest of the shrine was old, but a kind-hearted man, who took pity on her when she was a kitten. She was kept safe as a stray and in return she gave the religious man company and love. The flame grew more and more as the cat watched from the back of the room, behind Brendan. Her stubby little tail wiggling furiously as her golden eyes narrowed. The moment she thought any further of the priest, she became emotional at the thought of her childhood, the flame tore towards the boy who pulled her away from her comfort.<br/><br/>As he fell over and the candles went out, she took the opportunity to examine him, in the darkness she saw his face. And then she paused. Her cat irises fixated on his face as he stumbled around in the darkness with his hands, searching for some light. He intrigued her, and now her anger subsided, but she still wanted to go back home. She would watch him from afar, perhaps gain permanent access to this place, and wait for a chance to go home. With slinking movement, she swiftly climbed the stairs out of the basement of the frat house, to the first floor. She looked around and with her luck she found an open window, to which she climbed out. Hopefully she had not been seen, but on first inspection no one was around as she made her escape. The wooden tag with her name on it brushed against her fur as moved out, revealing Katakana on it.