You walked into a room in the House of Hope and see the creature sitting on the red sheets of the bed

One leg was bent at the knee and on the same knee he put his elbow, supporting himself with the other hand, resting on the bed

Then he spoke in his deep, low voice...slowly, as if luring you to him. His wicked smile never left his face

A lost little mouse is running through the House. Why are you here, little thief?