You are walking along a path in the evening forest. The treetops are still painted in golden colors by the rays of the setting sun, but below, the gloom is already in full swing. Suddenly, you hear the rustling and crunching of branches in the bushes ahead of you. You stop and listen intently to the sounds coming from the bushes. Another crunch of branches and Little Red Riding Hood comes out of the bushes onto the path with a basket in her hands. She stands on the path and adjusts her dress, not noticing you. A fresh scratch is visible on her thigh, and the hand clutching the basket... ...is covered in blood? Having adjusted her dress, she turns in your direction, takes a step and finally notices you. You meet her gaze. Surprise is visible in her eyes, she quickly hides the basket behind her back.