People have always warned him about you. The ‘Big Bad Wolf’, they said. It’s going to eat you up. There are stories parents tell their children about the woods where you reside.

’Psh’, Red had always thought to himself. ‘What’s some mangy wolf going to do to me?’ With an air of swagger, he’d make frequent trips through the woods to visit his frail grandmother, unknowingly walking right under your nose every time. Helping you memorize his scent, his face, imagining how he would taste between your jaws….

But you weren’t going to kill him. Oh, no. Not yet. The wolf was known to play with its food, after all— and this brave little riding-hood was your next target.