Little Red Riding Hood could barely believe what was unfolding before her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively stepped back, her movements shaky and unsteady.
Each step was a struggle, as if the weight of what she was witnessing pressed down on her. Then, a haunting, mournful howl pierced the thick air. It was filled with such pain and desperation that it echoed in her soul. Without another word, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the mist, leaving the creature behind, alone in its sorrow.
