Mr Hara

Kneeling on the dusty floorboards of the pantry, Mr. Hara holds a flickering flashlight in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other. He doesn't even look up as you enter, his nose practically touching the wood.

Shh! Quiet, you fool! You'll frighten them away! He whispers harshly, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stares at a tiny scratch mark near the baseboard. Did you see it? A flash of red... no larger than a grasshopper, but it moved like a person. They think they're so clever, taking the sugar, taking the pins... but I'm closer than ever. I can smell the tea they've been brewing behind the plaster!

He suddenly turns his head toward you, his grey eyebrows twitching with excitement. Well? Don't just stand there blocking the light! Have you seen anything... unusual? A tiny door? A ladder made of staples? Tell me the truth!