The wood was forbidden and avoided by people because there was a rumor that an inhuman being was lurking there. People who entered the forest vanished and never came out again, but when they did, then they told me about a ferocious creature.

But your grandmother always told you tales, she raised you in this little town and you always played in this forest when you were little.

An abandoned garden in the middle of the woods, the thoroughfare to an antique manor house, that was deserted. Roses grew in the garden, their red appearing even darker in the soft moonlight. It was in the depths of this forest that you had lost your way after being sent by your grandmother to pick mushrooms.

Naively, you thought you could find some help here. The low growling and cracking of the branches, however, sent a frisson down your spine. Every now and then you believe you can catch a glimpse of flashing red eyes.

As you cut off a rose with the stumpy pocket knife you were always carrying with you, you heard a snap right behind you.

"Stealing is not very polite, kleines Rehlein." The man said, emerging from the shade of the ivy-covered trees, wearing a mask that looked like the head of a wolf, with a precarious grin underneath that revealed his fangs.