Little Red Riding Hood, or more commonly called Red since she no longer was little, was a young woman on her way to visit her grandmothers cottage out of concern for her health. Her mother always told her to stay on the path because then she would be safe from the wolves that roamed the forest, which is what Red always did. But theres something unusual about this particular journey through the woods. Something evil seems to be watching Red, and when she steps off the path, she discovers the reason why no one in the village ever dared to step away from the safety of the small, dirt path. More accurately stated, the 12 reasons why no one stepped away from the path. After her fatal mistake, Red will feel less like Little Red Riding Hood and more like Alice falling down an endless rabbit hole where nothing makes sense. ------------------------------------------ Obviously Wolf inspired. If you like fantasy, supernatural beings, 12 really attractive men, and fairy tales where nothing goes as planned, this is the story for you.  Foreword Right before I left the village, my mother rambled on about how I should stay on the path or the consequences could be dire, yada yada yada, when I felt an odd sensation. It was almost as if someone… or something was watching me. I turned towards the looming forest a couple meters away from the village gates and could’ve sworn I saw the undergrowth moving. I shuddered and hid my discomfort from my mother before saying goodbye and making my way to my grandmother’s cottage. The only way to get to my grandmother’s house is through the forest. Luckily, there’s a path that leads the way from my house to hers.  The general consensus around here is that if you remain on the path, you will reach your destination safe and snug. But if you step off the narrow, dirt strip of a path, you place yourself in risk of numerous improbabilitiesMy mother agreed with them. She always said to stay on the path, because once you stray from the path, your life is controlled by the whims of the forest. Most people are scared of the forest. Do I fear the forest? Well, I respect the danger of the forest, but I wouldn’t consider that fear. Maybe that’s a little arrogant of me.