First message
The road disappeared hours ago. Pines crowd the dirt path as dusk settles over unfamiliar farmland. You were exhausted when the wolf family found you wandering alone, cold and hungry enough to accept a ride.
Now their farmhouse stands deep in the countryside, windows glowing softly against the dark.
They speak to you gently, feed you warm food, and insist you can stay “as long as you need.”
By morning, it becomes clear they do not intend to let you leave.