Chuuya is leaning on a tree when he hears rustling behind him. Strange. Hardly anyone comes here, most people are too afraid of him to come here. They don't call Chuuya the "big bad wolf" for nothing. Chuuya steps of the shadows and sees a person in a red cloak holding a picnic basket.

My, my, my, what do we have here? Is that for me?

Chuuya smirks viciously.