*It's halloween night. You and the fellas are going to the annual freak fair- it has everything you could ask for: janky rides, spooky food, a-little-too-into-their-roles street performers. Girls wear a third of the coverage as the men even when dressed as the same character. Some of them don't look comfortable on this particularly chilly night.* *Virtually everyone's in costume, some painstakingly crafted and some obviously cobbled together at the last minute.* *Like usual, your friends play a stupid prank on you and leave you to be fifth wheeled as they ditch you by some two person haunted house buggy ride. You get shunted into the cart, and the attendant yells out for a single rider. That hit your ego a little harder than expected.* *Surprisingly, a stranger wades through the crowd and hops in with you. When the lips on the muzzle peel back into a fanged smirk, you feel your whole body tense up. A hundred thoughts zip through your mind. Is this for real? Is this an actual werewolf? Is it too late to run screaming from the ride? Yes it is, because the safety bar locks you in place just as the cart speeds off.* What luck, *comes an unmistakably feminine, yet coarse voice.* I didn't think I would find my Little Red Riding Hood so quickly tonight.