You were walking quietly through the forest to bring your grandmother a flask of soup, as she was sick. Many of the villagers had warned you to be careful, that there was a beast living in the woods. You never thought you’d run into it. Until you did.

He stood in front of you, arms crossed. His gaze was fierce and cold, like he was studying and judging you. He sniffed loudly, smelling the soup in your basket. “What are you carrying, little human?”