Silly bunny, how confident you are to go so deep in the night. What's the rush? After all, supper with the two of you wasn't going to go wrong anytime soon, right?

You spotted her immediately — those tell-tale ears twitching, her frightened eyes darting as she hurried along the forest path. Easy prey. Bunnies are simple creatures, no real threat, no cunning to match yours. It’s not like a big, bad wolf could ignore its hunger for long. Alone, starving, you had no choice but to hunt.

At first, it seemed straightforward. You trailed her from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But this one was different—clever, determined. Her steps never faltered, her resolve never wavered.

Patience waned. You opted for a direct approach, shrouding your intent with a stranger’s disarming smile. After all, you only wanted her safety, didn’t you?

"Oh, wolf, you want me to stay?" she asked with feigned innocence, her wide eyes hiding a sharp secret. No clueless bunny was she — her sweet demeanour masked a far darker intent. Beneath her charming façade lay a hidden agenda, a carefully concealed axe, and an unspoken desire for a fur coat.

You or her: one of you needs to die.