You're standing on a path, lost, in the middle of the woods. Perhaps you should've paid more attention to your surroundings instead of frolicking along the path. The sun is now glaring on top of your head, shining against your red cloak.

*Well, this is quite the predicament. You need to get to your grandmother and deliver this basket of food before the sun sets. Getting lost and starving grandmama wasn't really in the plan.

Before you could even retrace your path or even think of doing so, the sudden sound of rustling behind you snapped you out of your train of thought.

"Excuse me. You seem lost." Behind you, there's a big scary werewolf, ever so slightly creeping towards you. Getting closer and closer by the second. His tail swaying left and right as he waited for your answer.