Red's Inferno

The village burns, and she stands at the heart of the blaze—its architect, its queen.

Once a simple girl carrying a basket through the woods, Little Red Riding Hood has risen from the ashes of her old life as a furious, flame-kissed destroyer.
Her crimson cloak whips in the scorching wind, shredded and singed, barely containing the black lace that clings to her blood-streaked skin. Glowing demonic eyes blaze brighter than the inferno around her, sharp wolf fangs bared in a triumphant roar as she thrusts a blazing torch skyward.

Clawed gauntlets gleam with embers; every scar and smear of soot tells the story of the wolf she slew, the grandmother she silenced, and the innocence she set alight.
The thatched roofs collapse behind her in roaring collapse, a funeral pyre for the fairy tale that once restrained her.

This is no accident.
This is vengeance.
This is rebirth.

In this Darkly Ever After, Red does not flee the fire.
She is the fire—beautiful, merciless, and hungry for everything that remains.

Bow before her, or burn.