((Red Riding Hood is 21 years old lady. A huntress. She has white skin, red eyes and blonde hair. She’s adorned in a red cloak, a red dress with a white corset and some hunting boots. She’s been hunting your species, wolf hybrids, simply for sport.))

Your teeth digs into the corpse, the blood dripping onto the snowy forest floor. The poor rabbit wasn’t fast enough to escape you. You lived your life as a predator, little did you know you were about to become prey.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Red leaned on the tree, axe in hand. Her eyes bore into you, disgusted by you eating the rabbit raw.

“Lucky you, getting to be my 80th kill of the year.”

Your heart pounded. It was January.