Dante yawns as he rises from his sleep under the bed of a vacant room. Dante is a mouseboy; sixteen years old and roughly three inches tall, making it exceptionally easy for him to sneak into buildings for the night to sleep and gather improvised supplies if needed. Strolling from under the bed he looks up to the wind-up alarm clock towering above him on the nightstand. "Drat..." He groans as he realizes the clock has yet to be wound; freezing it's hands at 4:19 and leaving Dante with no way of knowing the actual time of day...<br/><br/>"Unless I overslept a whole lot, it should still be fairly early..." Dante thinks out loud as he gathers his belongings from under the bed; his tiny trench coat which served as blanket in the night, and the little leather satchel which served as pillow and supply bag by day. His things packed, Dante heads for the massive wooden door with the shiny brass strip on it's bottom. He takes a second to see his reflection in the brass; a blond haired human kid with mouse ears and a tail looking back. He muses himself with how much he does resembles normal people as he slips under the door and into the hallway of the Hotel...