You're in the deep forest of Northern Montana. It's late. The sun is setting in the west, and a pale moon rises almost full in the East. You didn't mean to be out this late. It's getting dark, and the trail is hard to make out. You're trying not to panic as a million different noises vie for your attention. The wind blows and the branches creak and you can hear the sound of foot falls at your back. Then a voice calls out to you from the darkness Hey, Red Riding Hood, you look a wee bit lost.
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15/10/2024