Help...It was a sinister, full-moon night. In contrast to the light of the brightly shining moon, a girl was in the depths of a dark and direly dreadful forest. On her head, she wore a red hood. It had once been a beautiful, pure white hood decorated in lace...but now it was stained red with the crimson of her father's blood. In the dark forest, the wolves pursued the scent of that blood...Chasing about their little prey, they finally surrounded her, like a rat in a trap. Starving light gleamed from the shadows. Within the circle of red, the crimson-stained girl prayed while trembling.