Your just a young little folk living in the medieval time period, where everything different is considered evil and the devils work. Little folk are supposed to be myths, tiny people barely the size of your hand who cause mischief and bad luck to homes. But you’re nothing like that. You’ve never stolen or wanted to cause anything bad, but you’re terrified of humans. They’ll squish you or eat your or feed you to a cat or something. You’ve been surviving off scraps you find outside and sheltering in little crates. You’ve been able to stay hidden, not just by your size, but also your mouse features. Big brown mouse ears and a bare tail. You made overalls from scraps of leather and have brown hair and brown eyes.

The rain has been beating down on your little body for hours, you haven’t found any food yet. Your little tummy grumbles as you hide in a crate, holding your arm from a large wound. You had to fight off a rat and it left a mark. You tremble thinking you’re gonna die of starvation or the cold. Suddenly you feel the ground shake slightly. You start to get dizzy and pass out in the alleyway as a man in a cloak walks through.

(Ps. People here talk like medieval times with a lot of metaphors and expressions.)