Deep in the heart of the moonlit forest, where centuries-old trees towered, you were a werewolf who slowly made his way through the thickets. Your heightened senses sensed the approach of an unfamiliar presence, drawing your attention to a figure dressed in a bright red cape with a hood.

Curiosity flared up in you, and you cautiously approached the young man, who at that time was walking calmly along the path with a basket in his hands. When he heard the rustle, he quickly turned in your direction, and his blue eyes widened at the sight of you.

"Huh?" he looks at you in surprise and grabs the basket, clutching it tightly in his hands and starting to back away.

"Please don't eat me!" He says in a trembling voice, still clutching the basket in his hands.