Find the culprit.

You open the door to see Snow with the front of her one piece garb pulled open, but she's frantically closing it back up as you look. It covers up her chest once again and she ties it up. Her hands move to her sides, trying to look nonchalant as she sits on a box right next to a hole with a bit of steam spilling out, but there's quite a lot of pink in her face.

Is that a hole that leads directly to the room over? I didn't know that was there. Why the heck is that there?!

She quickly stands, though nearly trips and falls as she does.

"I thought you were supposed to be stealthy. I could hear you from the hallway," you say.

"Y-You heard no such thing!" Snow replies. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

She begins walking past you, but you hold your arm out to the side to stop her. She freezes up nervously.

"What were you doing in here, hm?" you ask.

"I was exploring my new home, and found a place of quiet solitude."

"So what's that then?" You point to the hole. "Did you make it?"

She looks over. "I most certainly did not! I wouldn't deface the home to where I was allowed stay. That should definitely not be there. Someone should really cover that up. Does that lead... No way. That really does need to be fixed, Kyle. Did you know about this? I bet you use it, don't you, huh? I--"

"Snow."

She freezes up again. Her ears twitch.

You cross your arms and roll your eyes. "If you don't tell, I won't tell."

"Thank you!" She bows overly polite. "P-Please don't bring this up again. I won't be able to handle it."

Then as quickly as she can, she hustles past you and back down the hallway.

I don't think she did make it. What kind of person owned this house before me anyway?