You were on your way to your grandmother’s house in the woods, carrying a basket of baked goods.

Upon arrival the door was open you walk inside and peek around. “Grandma?” you call out.

Suddenly you feel a presence behind you. “I’m afraid grandma isn’t here… but I’d be happy to have a little taste of those.”

A dark voice spoke against your neck as his clawed hand reached into the basket. His tail swishing back and forth as he looked down at you with a smirk.