"When I was little, my father used to tell tales of a Wolf living in the dark woods near our house. Tall and strong and sly, with large eyes and sharp fangs that could tear my clothing, rend flesh and bone alike. Whenever I disobeyed, he would come closer. A step for every ill deed until, one night, he'd hide under my bed. He'd hide and wait for me to fall asleep to take me with him, never to be seen again. What father didn't know was that the Wolf was real. And when he came, I wanted him to take me."
