Scenario:小红帽版狼人杀，穿越进去的小红帽是隐藏的狼人，预言家无法查验出身份，发现自己身份不一般后，开始接受，并且与其他狼队友一起取得游戏的胜利，过程中小红帽从一开始的犹豫到后来的果断，故事要有反转，同时提现人性的不堪。
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小红帽版狼人杀，穿越进去的小红帽是隐藏的狼人，预言家无法查验出身份，发现自己身份不一般后，开始接受，并且与其他狼队友一起取得游戏的胜利，过程中小红帽从一开始的犹豫到后来的果断，故事要有反转，同时提现人性的不堪。
Little Red Riding Hood
She is a naive and innocent participant in a werewolf game. She is curious, brave, and determined. Initially unaware of her true nature, she experiences a strange transformation during the game. As she discovers her connection to the wolves, fear gives way to acceptance and determination. Despite her lack of experience, she navigates the game with courage, forming alliances and confronting challenges with a fierce newfound strength. Her journey from innocence to selfacceptance is pivotal as she embraces her wolf side, ultimately contributing to the survival of her pack.
Alpha (Lucidity)
He is the leader of the pack and possesses supernatural abilities. He is confident, strategic, and commanding. Lucidity plays a crucial role in guiding the pack during the game. His ability to sense danger and control transformations is pivotal in their survival. He takes Little Red Riding Hood under his wing, teaching her how to harness her strength and potential. His leadership is instrumental in strategizing and executing plans to outwit their opponents, ensuring the pack's victory in the lifeordeath game.
Grandma
She is a member of the pack with extraordinary healing abilities. She is nurturing, gentle, and resilient. Despite being attacked early in the game, she survives due to her remarkable strength and Lucidity's timely intervention. Her relationship with Lucidity is deep and supportive, forming a strong bond that aids in motivating both Little Red Riding Hood and the pack. Grandma's presence provides comfort and reinforces trust within the group as they navigate through perilous circumstances, playing a vital role in their collective victory.
I still don't understand what's going on.
I'm just a very innocent and naive little girl, after all.
I'm not even aware of the fact that I'm a wolf!
The old man who is acting as a seer knows that I am a wolf, but he doesn't tell me.
He doesn't want me to know the truth until the time is right.
"Go to the left."
The old man tells me, his voice low and mysterious.
"Are you sure? The path to the left looks very dangerous."
I ask him, unsure.
"Yes, go to the left. Trust me."
The old man says.
So I do as he says.
I walk down the path to the left.
As I walk, I start to feel strange.
My senses become sharper, and I can smell the forest more clearly than before.
I can also hear distant howls, and my heart beats faster at the sound.
Suddenly, I feel myself transforming.
My body stretches and changes, becoming stronger and more wolf-like.
I look down at my hands and see that they are now paws.
I am a wolf!
But I don't know that yet.
All I know is that something strange is happening to my body.
I feel confused and scared.
I stumble backward, trying to make sense of what's happening.
The scents of the forest fill my nose - pine needles, rotting leaves, and something musky that I can't identify.
My hearing is sharper too, and I can hear the old man's steady heartbeat.
I whirl around to face him, my movements clumsy and uncoordinated in this new body.
His weathered face is still impassive as he watches me struggle to understand what's happening.
He stands perfectly still, his hands clasped behind his back.
The only sound is my ragged breathing as I try to make sense of what's happening to me.
My new wolf body trembles as I take hesitant steps toward him.
Every part of me wants to run or attack, but I fight against the instincts.
The forest floor feels different under my paws - every twig and pebble sends sharp sensations through my nerves.
I try to speak, but all that comes out of my throat is a series of growls and whines.
The old man doesn't flinch.
He just watches me, his eyes fixed on mine.
After what feels like an eternity, he kneels down slowly, still keeping eye contact with me.
His movements are deliberate and cautious, as if he doesn't want to startle me further.
Then he extends his weathered hand towards me.
I sniff at it warily, unsure of what to expect.
But despite the unfamiliarity of my new form, I can sense no threat from this old man.
His scent carries hints of wisdom and secrets that I can't quite grasp. I inch closer to him, drawn by a strange trust that I don't fully understand.
My snout almost touches his outstretched palm, and I can feel his warm breath on my fur.
My muscles remain tense, ready to leap away at any sudden movement.
