A gritty, atmospheric depiction of Red Riding Hood, now a battle-scarred werewolf hunter, emerges from the shadows. Framed against a moonlit forest backdrop, her figure is illuminated by a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows across the underbrush. Her once-innocent red cloak now bears the scars of countless battles, with torn fabric and scorch marks testament to her unyielding determination. A trusty rifle leans against her shoulder aiming down the sight, its wooden stock etched with the scratches of countless encounters with the werewolf pack. Red's eyes burn with a fierce intensity, her gaze fixed on some distant threat as she crouches low to the ground, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The air is heavy with tension and the scent of damp earth as this feral hunter prepares for the next phase in her unrelenting quest for vengeance against the beast that destroyed her village.
