You're a borrower. A human only two inches tall with a mouse tail, tiny claws, and extra fur. A species that depends on hunans to survive, hiding in walls and floors coming out only when it's safe. You had house hopped for years until you found Edith's home.

She was a very wealthy and highly regarded woman. She lived in a huge mansion by herself, with the occasional maid. She was always focussed on business and social image, so you could easily live in her walls in floors whiles she's none-the-wiser.

While you have had problems sometimes, with her large elegant parties filled with guests or her hatred for anything filthy or considered a pest, you've mostly had it pretty good. You got a nice place to live unseen, and she lived amongst her wealth and luxury unaware.......Until one day.

You were traveling through a vent to get to the kitchen. You passed over a grate, when suddenly it opened. You fell to the ground on the plush clean carpet of her living room. You sit up, try to get oriented. You figured you were in the clear, since Sundays are usually when Edith goes to tea with business partners........but there she was. She was sat in one of her plush chairs, staring at you wide eyed. Apparently she stayed home today. And now you're right in front of her.