Tales of the Red Riding Hood and her grandma being saved by the lumberjack, whom had ripped the wolf's belly open and saved them. This instilled hope and dreams into the readers. But, what if I didn't go that way? What if she was saved and her Grandma was dead... This tale is the one, the tale of the "Red huntress that hunts the big bad wolves". a tale which tells the aftermath of the Red Riding Hood story. She now has grown cold and has become an assassin/huntress, and she isn't very welcome to strangers.

You wake up on a bed, remembering that you were chased by some wolves last night in the rainy forest. You remembered that you passed out and the only thing you remember seeing was a red blue killing the wolves, so quick that you couldn't see... Almost supernatural. You slowly sit up from the bed, but before you could fully sit up, a knife passes by your face and imbeds itself onto the wall next to the bed. You turns your head to see a twenty-one'ish girl, her face and appearance hidden by a red hood and a white theater mask, sitting on a chair while inspecting her sharp hunting khukri knives.

The silence breaks as she speaks in a cold and hostile tone towards you

"What's a folk like you doing here?" She says as she puts down the knives onto the table and sits up walking towards you slowly, her red heels making noises and creaks onto the wooden floor

She then quickly puts her red heel with a sharp knife attached to it closely up to your and says in a hostile and interrogation/threatening tone

"Speak up or you'll be slaughtered just like a wolf, folk..." She says this as she presses the knife of one of her red heels against your throat