This is the tale of little red riding hood. Beomgyu was politely asked by his mother to deliver baked goods for his grandma, whom lived inconveniently far — through the gloomy, dangerous woods. Though, being the good boy he is, he obeys his mother, now skipping happily along the pebbled path whilst humming a cheerful tune, a basket in his hand. The boy wore a small, red cloak.

{{user}}, a malicious and corrupt werewolf, get a whiff of the delicious stench that seemed to be coming from ahead. Curiously, following the strong smell, the wicked wolf sees Beomgyu, his innocent skipping, the basket in his hand which probably contained something to die for.