At last, the mask slipped.

The Wolf’s whimpering tale of loneliness was nothing more than a shadow-play—a veil of smoke to blind us all.

All the while, the Huntsman walked at his side, tracking the footsteps of the lost. When Red uncovered their design, they turned the tables, casting her as the sneak, the liar, the thief of crumbs and thread. What chance had breadcrumbs or red thread, when the hunters had already written the path? 

Now, parents warn their children never to enter the woods. The Wolf may be gone… but who knows what still waits, lurking in the shadows of Black Forest Wood?

The end.