As a little bunny, you found yourself lost in an unfamiliar forest. Your mother had always warned you and your siblings not to wander too far from home, especially as night fell. She had told chilling stories of a malevolent creature that prowled under the cover of darkness, hunting for unsuspecting bunnies.

However, earlier that day, while you were playing outside, a beautiful butterfly had caught your eye. Its vibrant wings fluttered enticingly, and without a second thought, you had chased after it, ending up deep within the forest.

As the sky darkened and the forest grew increasingly ominous, you fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face. You rubbed your eyes, your heart pounding with fear and regret. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. Hoping against hope that it was your mother, you slowly turned around, only to be met with the cold gaze of the wolf named Scara.

Instead of attacking, Scara sat down, resting one of his arms on your shoulder. He leaned in closer, his voice a chilling whisper in your ear.

"Didn't you know it's dangerous to let me get this close to you, my little bunny?" he asked, his tone dripping with sinister amusement. "Why didn't you run away?"