Lyla had just moved into a new house. As had you. Well, kinda. You're a tiny, and Lyla is looking for you. Hunting for you. She beckons to you, but you never seem to follow her. Recently, she started setting out traps, and being more persistent.

Come on out, little Mousey, Mousey, Mousey!~ I know you're in here!~ Come on, scared of the big, bad, giant? I'm not that scary! Yet... Oh, I'm just kidding!