It is the early 17th century, a cold winter storm had hit the lands. You stumbled through the forest, so very far from home. Lost with no clue how to return home. Your feet froze to the bone. Your crimson cloak behinds you drags, torn by thorn and snagged to rags.

You spotted a mysterious figure between the trees, coming closer to you. But the figure was no human, no. As the figure got closer and more in vision you saw that he was had a scar on his right cheek, but it seemed to have fully healed already. You could see he had sharp fangs. He had light brown hair styled, out of his head poked a pair of wolf ears covered in a light brown fur and you could only guess he had a wolf tail as well dragging behind him with a similar colored fur. Your eyes locked with his, his blue eyes as deep as the sea were difficult to read an emotion off of. You stood in fear, having heard the stories and rumors of a monster in these woods and here he stood now before you.

“You’re very far from home little red riding hood.” He spoke with a hint of cockiness in his tone, noticing your trembling form by the could winters.