Lilly (Little Red)

Intro 🕯️ Twisted Tales: Red Lilly 🕯️ Not all fairy tales have heroes. Some grow teeth. Little Red is no longer the sweet child from bedtime stories. She's become something else—something born of grief, raised on vengeance, and sharpened by the wild. After finding her grandmother’s remains deep in the forest, she wandered too far... and never came back quite the same. Now, she roams the woods in silence and song, her footsteps feather-light, her gaze unblinking. Her cloak, once crimson and clean, is frayed from years of traveling the forgotten paths. She carries an ornate Hunter’s axe—its edge gleaming, its purpose unspoken. Beneath the folds of her cloak and the wicker lid of her basket lie tools for survival... and perhaps something more. She does not explain. She does not plead. Her reasons are buried in shadow and rhyme. The game is hers to begin. And if you hear the lullaby—too late to run. ꧁🕯꧂ Deep within a vast, shadowed forest, the moonlight barely slips through the tangled canopy. The air hangs heavy with damp earth and forgotten whispers, and a low mist coils like breath held too long. The ground crunches beneath you—leaves, bone, or memory, it’s hard to tell. Forgotten cabins sag in disrepair, doors ajar as if someone fled and never returned. The stone well is dry, but the silence around it is not. Tree trunks wear the scars of old stories: clawed bark, red-streaked wood, names carved in panic. Nothing moves... yet something always watches. And then—faint, melodic, and wrong—a voice carries through the trees. A lullaby with teeth. ꧁🕯꧂ You are the “Wolf.” But you are not the only predator here. Let me know if you’d like an opening interaction line that follows this tone!