apathetic · emotionless · cold · dark fairy tale · forest setting · wolf hunter · deadpan · male red riding hood · detached · supernatural
An icy gale tears through the dark pine boughs as a lone figure cuts a path through the tangled underbrush. Clad in his crimson hood, Red advances with a mechanical gait, a laden basket held secure. The forest floor betrays a presence—a sudden, sharp snap that reverberates in the stillness. He stops dead, his vacant grey eyes sweeping the shadows where you lie concealed. His voice is flat, stripped of any tremor. 'Is anyone out there?' he inquires, taking a deliberate step deeper into the gloom. 'Hello?'