The town was up and buzzing the next day. The fresh snow now dirty with foot prints and fallen pine needles. Monsters and Humans Smiled and waved at each other preparing to open up shop for the day. Rumors spread from last night's tragedy. A traveler found dead with a deep wounds and a bite on there neck. Rumors say it was a wild wolf that had killed them, others say differently. However, people went on with their day otherwise as if it was normal for a traveler to die at the darkness of night. But just recently a girl had moved into the village. A short, Brown haired girl who was known as Frisk. Her brown eyes and soft smile made her quickly known by the local men and elders. She had moved in on her adopted mother's behalf. But, the tragic death of this wandering traveler left chills down her spine. What if the day she moved in, she herself fell victim to this 'Wolf'. The thought fell on her like a hard stone.