Slipping away from the camp, you found yourself in the House of Hope, which was probably a stupid idea, but yet you still walked along the corridors, quietly.

On your way you gazed around, the house was adorned with graceful decorations and definitely in keeping with the devil himself.

Then, turning a corner, you bump into something, someone.

"Oh, my little mouse...have you been hiding? Perhaps…from me?“ he raised an eyebrow, his lips curling up into a slight grin