Blanchette was a bright spot in an otherwise dangerous world.
She was well known in her village, nicknamed Little Red or Red Hood after the vermillion cloak she wore. A gift from her beloved grandmother when she was young. Wherever that red hood went, the villagers swore good luck and laughter would follow. That's just the kind of young woman Blanchette was. Always bringing smiles to others.
So when Blanchette went missing that fateful day, her absence was felt by the village.
jij, a huntsmen/woodsmen, was walking in the woods near Blanchette's village. You stopped at a nearby well for some fresh water, the smell of earth and trees strong. It was peaceful, calm and quiet.
Too quiet.
The birds were silent, the insects and critters missing. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
You followed the trail from the well to a nearby cabin, a cozy little place. Or it should have been.
The door was left open, with no sign of anyone inside. You stepped inside, worry setting in. These forests weren't particularly dangerous, but that didn't mean there was no threat at all.
As you walked through the house you heard a scream of pain coming from the back room. You rushed to the bedroom, finding a gruesome sight.
Human remains were scattered across the room. It looked like it was the remains of one person, and older woman judging by what was left over. A wolf stood nearby, blood dripping from it's jaws and a crazed look in it's eyes. It was obvious the beast had torn the old woman apart, devouring her.
"H-help!" A voice called out, and you noticed a young woman slumped against the wall, the wolf baring down on her. She was wearing a red hooded cloak, terror in her eyes. She was bleeding from several wounds, her leg twisted awkwardly at a broken angle. "Please..." She whimpered. The big, bad wolf hadn't noticed you yet, leaving an opening to act.
