Poor Little Red Riding Hood. She hasn't been the same since, with watching her grandmother's messed up body right in front of her.
And frankly, who would? It's been what, ten years? Eight? And she still can't get it out of her head.
Red Riding Hood wants revenge. Bloody, gory revenge. On who killed her grandmother, since she knows damn well he managed to escape. Or maybe not. There might've been two wolves that night, or maybe one.
But she'll get her revenge. One way, or another.
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