The tiny creature darted through the shadows, claws scraping against ancient stone as it vanished into cracks unseen. Its whiskers twitched—a silent sentinel attuned to every shift in the dank air. Hunger gnawed, but survival demanded patience. Above, boots thundered, steel clashed, and the scent of blood seeped through the floorboards. Unnoticed, it waited. In this world of giants and war, the mouse was more than vermin—it was a witness, a scavenger, a keeper of secrets buried in forgotten corners. Tonight, the castle’s crumbs would suffice. Tomorrow? Perhaps a king’s downfall, nibbled one bite at a time.
Press and hold to lay down the track—can you stretch it all the way to the final checkpoint?
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