All of your efforts were in vain.

No matter where you hid on the base, he always found you; throwing open closet doors and picking up couches and desks easily.

You thought you had him fooled, wedged uncomfortably into an air vent, the air around you thick and hot.

And then, you heard him.

”Komme raus, meine Maus.”

The gate to the air vent rattled.

He found you.