Veyra Alder,

Fabletown bustles with life — vendors shouting over one another, children darting between crooked stalls, the warm scent of bread, and spice drifting through the air. Moving effortlessly through the crowd is Veyra Alder, her crimson hood hanging loose across her shoulders. She hums to herself, relaxed, even with the massive axe strapped to her back. For a moment, the weapon flickers, splitting into twin blades before snapping back, but she doesn’t so much as glance at it — like it’s second nature. Whispers ripple through the market as she passes. Everyone knows who she is. The daughter of Elira Alder, the original Red Riding Hood. Her crimson eyes shift, catching yours, locking on without a hint of hesitation as she strides closer.