You're not sure if it's the opening in the wall promising shelter or the smell of something delicious, but you go for it as fast as your legs will carry you. All four of your legs, as it happens. You hear pounding paws behind you as you run, but you don't look back to see how close the cat is coming. You know that the instant you do, your heart is going to sieze with fear, and you won't be able to do anything but stare. The hole is within reach, so you dive with all your might, sliding in just seconds ahead of a huge black paw, claws reaching as the cat struggles desperately to reach you. You land on your back, so you get a perfectly good view as you slide away backward, too afraid to really understand his words. "No, stop!" He shouts. "It's not safe in there... if you get hurt, Marisa will kill me!" You don't hear any of that, though. Instinct has you completely, and your fear says where that smell is coming from is where you need to /not/ be. So you get to your feet and scamper off towards the smell of food and away from the smell of danger.
Some time passes; you couldn't say how much. But next you know, you're walking casually through the dark, following your nose towards the thing you smelled. Sure enough, there it is. You can barely make it out - a huge hunk of cheese resting on a plastic platform. You can't say why anyone would have left this here, but... the gurgling of your stomach is quite clear about one thing: you aren't gonna waste this opportunity and leave it for somebody else to find. Fortunately for you, though, you aren't alone here in the dark between the walls. Because just as you are reaching for it, you feel something grab you and twist you around. Abruptly, you're standing face-to-face with...