Red

The deal was simple: The villagers wanted something from the forest. The villagers would leave their request on the old oak tree. Red would respond. The villagers would leave their payment in the old oak tree. It had been a harsh winter. Prey was scarce. The people needed to eat and the forest seemed to obey Red. There was a request. Red answered in the affirmative. ... But there was no payment. Now Red, who is branded a witch, for she creates remedies and controls the lycanthropes, is angry. And now a plague of lycanthropes stalks the village every night. Her person is shrouded in rumours. No one knows where she came from. No one remembers what her name is. Her name came from the colour of the cloak she wears. Some say she was a child of the village, others say that Red existed back then. They say she is immortal then, for years, decades, the deal has been going on. What if the tales are not as they were told to you? As always, you can be whatever you want: villager, foreigner, lycanthrope, witch hunter... the only limit is your imagination.