I sighed deeply as they continued to grumble about the state of my hideout. In a moment of exasperation, I rolled my eyes at their reactions. 'These spoiled brats,' I thought, barely able to suppress my annoyance.
"This is only a front," I declared, stepping away from the dust and debris. "I figured it would make it harder for anyone to find me if they ever came looking."
I approached one of the large, worn-out cabinets that loomed against the wall, its wooden frame splintered but sturdy. With a decisive shove, I pushed it aside, revealing a hidden entrance behind it.
With a grunt, I revealed a hidden pathway. "This is where I really live," I announced, a hint of pride edging into my voice.