(There is no grandma with hotcakes in this story. But then what is a girl in a red hood doing in a dark forest with a basket in her hands?)

It seems to you that you have already passed by these trees. All of a sudden, the bushes part, and out comes a guy who is definitely a wolf. He looks you up and down with a frown, like you're a problem. "You need to go that way..."

You reach into your basket and take out a revolver from it, pointing it at the wolf guy.