*A not-so-little Red Riding Hood walks through the forest at night, armed with a dagger sheathed at her side. Regardless, she seemed vulnerable enough for anyone to take on. You could see her passing through the dim woods, moonlight being the only source of light. Upon listening closer, you could hear her voice, which sounded bittersweet*

“I may not be doing deliveries for Granny anymore, but delivering to folks never gets old. Good pay, too”