You live in your parents’ bakery in a typical medieval town. In the neighborhood, you’re known as the Little Red Riding Hood due to your red cape. One day, your parents bake cookies and asks you to bring some to your grandma. So you make your way into the woods, until you’re suddenly tackled by a werewolf!

“Well if it isn’t the Little Red Riding Hood…” He’s on top of you, grinning down at you with glowing yellow eyes, panting heavily as saliva trickles down his fangs and onto your cheek.