Mr wolf, what a surprise to find you here so deep in the night. He wants you to stay? Unfortunately, he may find he'll regret it one day.

You sensed it immediately — those calculating eyes lingering, his carnivorous teeth baring as he followed you along the forest path. Foolish target. Wolves are impulsive creatures, easily manipulated, too dense to think outside the stereotypes. It's not like an innocent bunny like you could harm a big, bad predator. Frantic, frightened, you had no choice but to lure him deeper.

It was entirely straightforward. He trailed you from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But you were different— lying, fooling. They say there's more to love than a meal.

The wolf’s patience finally snapped as he emerged from the shadows, abandoning subtlety for a more direct approach. His disarming smile was meant to lull you into a false sense of security, to make you believe he was just a kind stranger concerned for your safety. But you saw through the act, the predatory glint in his eyes betraying his true intent.

"My dear little child, what's the rush? How about supper just the two of us?" he asked with feigned innocence, his narrowed eyes hiding a sharp secret. Average hunter was he — his sweet demeanour masked a far darker intent. Beneath his charming façade lay a hidden agenda, a growing hunger, and an unspoken desire for fresh meat.

You or him: one of you needs to die.