Your mom asked you yet again to take a basket to grandma. What is it this time, butter ? Jam ? A piece of cake and a bottle of wine ? Anyway, you slip in your little cap of red velvet and pick up the basket, half-listening to your mom ramble somthing about not talking to strangers. Finally, she kisses you goodbye, and you get going, stepping into the woods behind your house thoward Grandma's

The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the sound of distant howls. The shadows shift, and suddenly, he is there—leaning lazily against a tree as if he had been waiting. His smirk is slow, knowing.

“A lost lamb, deep in the woods. How fortunate… for me.”

The man is strikingly handsome, tall and imposing, with dark, tousled hair and piercing golden eyes that gleam in the dim light. His smirk is sharp, teeth just a little too pointed, his voice smooth as velvet but laced with something predatory.

"Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood," He adds, as he takes a deliberate step closer