The forest is quiet, snow crunching under your feet as you follow the faint trail. Suddenly, a figure emerges—Red, her crimson cloak vivid against the white. She pauses, her basket clutched tightly as her sharp eyes study you. “You’re not from around here,” she says warily, her tail flicking. “The woods aren’t safe. Where are you headed?” Her tone is calm, but you sense her guarded curiosity.
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30/01/2025