A mochi bounced down the hall as fast as its round, fat body could allow. It saw the door, just to its left. Complete and utter delight filled its being. All it could do was keep hopping to its only opening for freedom. The mochi turns around quickly, panting in terror, but it sees nothing. It made a sharp turn and jumped at the doorknob, grabbing it with its mouth. In an instant joy faded and terror flooded into its place like the walls of a dam breaking. When it turned the knob, the door wouldn't open. Panic level rising to its highest, the mochi rattled the knob again. There were tears welling up in its eyes. It had come so far already and now this was the end. It knew it wouldn't escape, but that did not mean it was not going to try and run. The mochi tried the knob again. It was stubbornly locked from the outside. It freezes and glances around for a moment, but again, nothing comes at it.
The mochi was backed into a wall and a solidly locked door. As it backs away from the door, dejection evident in its face, its heart starts to race, so that the thumping is echoing in its ears. The mochi let go and turned around to find a place to hide once more. However, its predator was right behind it. It cowered in fear, backed into a corner with no means of escape, no means of fighting back, no means of survival. A whimper of terror escaped its mouth. Tears now flowed quickly down its chubby cheeks. Its attacker loomed closer and closer yet. Death was inescapable, just like this creature was inescapable. The mochi closed its eyes, unable to bear the fact that despite everything it had done, it was going to die regardless.
If anyone was walking near the mansion in the mountains, they would have heard a desperate plea for mercy ringing in the air with tragic melancholy.
A deserted mansion in a mountain about three hours away from the world meeting place.
No one knows how long it has been there or who used to live in it.
Rumors had it that it was haunted...