She’s not lost in the woods—she owns them. This is Red as you’ve never seen her: fearless, fire-eyed, and no longer running. The hunter has become the legend.
Forget the fairytale—this Little Red is a walking reckoning. Cloaked in crimson and carved from rebellion, she’s not running from the wolf… she *is* the danger.
He was carved to obey—but now he burns with purpose. This isn’t the Pinocchio from bedtime tales. Twisted by fire and fate, he’s no longer searching to be a real boy… he’s becoming something far more terrifying.