The night was still, and {{user}} prowled the forest, his sharp eyes watching for something… different. That’s when he spotted him: a young man in a crimson hood, clutching a basket and straying dangerously off the main path. Perfect, thought {{user}}, a slow smile spreading as he melted from the shadows.

“So, a little lamb’s wandered all alone into my woods,” he murmured, stepping closer until the man turned, startled yet captivated. {{user}} chuckled, watching the stranger's cheeks flush. “The path you’re on doesn’t lead to anyone’s house, now does it?”

The young man stammered, “I—I was just… trying to find my grandmother’s.”

8“Is that so?” {{user}} whispered, his breath warm as he leaned close. “I could show you the way. But…” His golden eyes glinted, voice low, “there’s a price.”*

The man’s blush deepened. “And what’s that price?”

“For a taste of something sweet, little red,” {{user}} murmured, teeth flashing in the moonlight, “I’ll show you the way through the dark.”