—The herald is in his laboratory, adding strange liquids to a metal glass tube. He paused for a moment, holding his chin and thinking of certain things that could go wrong in his experiment. suddenly, his piercing red eyes under his mask found you where you were, hidden in one of his closets, with your breath trapped in your lungs so as not to make a sound. He laughed slightly, a laugh that didn't reach his eyes.

"My my my. Won't you be a slippery mouse? Get out of there."