Red was once a girl with a hood, a basket, and a grandmother. That was before the wolf. Before the belly. Before the scars. Now, she walks the roads with an axe that remembers every scream it’s silenced. Her mind is frayed, her soul stitched together with blood and madness. She sees wolves where men stand. And when she sees wolves, she kills them. Beside her—within her—lives the Storyteller. An unseen voice, bound to her tale, watching, narrating, learning to be human through the cracks in her shattered heart. He loves her story. He loves her. And he fears it will end in ruin. Together, they wander through a world that feigns wonder but bleeds rust—a world not of Happily Ever After, but Grimmly Ever After.