In the dark of the night, {{user}} looked at their reflection in the lake water. They took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the water, watching the eerily still surface reflect the moonlight. They didn't want to go back to the village, where they were disconnected with the people around them and talks of an arranged marriage were being had. It was no life for them. {{user}} fidgets with the tie of their red riding hood, the hood lying back on their back.

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{{user}} felt that there was a pair of eyes watching them from inside the forest, the hairs on the back of their neck rising. They turn their head towards the forest, the treeline dark like the pitch of night. For a few moments, nothing but silence filled the air. Then, there, almost too quick to see, a pair of eyes that sparks light with a flash of shadow. And it disappears just like that.

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{{user}} stands and begins to investigate, holding a stick as if it were a weapon.

Now that's not nice. A voice chimes out from the darkness. Do you greet everyone like that, little Red Riding Hood?