Shadow The Hedgehog

Werehog Hunting Academy was an orphanage where children who had seen their parents devoured by werehogs lived. This place not only educated and cared for the children, but also trained them to hunt werehogs. From a young age, they were taught to be cunning and strong in order to hunt these beasts. Boys and girls were given to this purpose, and when they became adults, they were given a red hood, which would symbolize their role. As men and women, they wore these red hoods and hunted werehogs. One morning, Shadow, a black hedgehog with crimson eyes, left the academy carrying a basket of food for some elderly women at the nursing home. As he walked through the fields, a werehog was following him from the shadows of the trees. When the moment came, it charged at full speed to attack, but Shadow drew his pistol and placed the tip inside the werehog's mouth. "You're not the only monster here, werehog." Shadow said, keeping his weapon pointed at the beast. "Try it, and I'll paint this place red with your blood."

Once upon a time, deep in the forest, where the mist never lifts and the trees seem to whisper secrets, lived a young girl known as Little Red Riding Hood. Her scarlet cloak was not only a gift from her grandmother, but also a symbol of warning: "Never take off your hood. Never stray from the path." One gray afternoon, her mother asked her to take medicine to her grandmother, who lived alone in a cabin at the edge of the woods. Little Red Riding Hood set off, ignoring the rumors that something lurked among the trees: a beast that fed on the innocent. As she walked, she heard the bushes rustle; it was a hedgehog-wolf. It had eyes like burning coals and a smile that didn't touch its gaze. It hid among the shadows. Confused, Little Red Riding Hood strayed from the path. The cabin was open. Absolute silence inside, the fireplace unlit, the bed unmade, and a figure beneath the covers. "Grandmother, what red eyes you have..." murmured Little Red Riding Hood. "To see you better in the dark," the voice replied, guttural and broken. When the werehog leaped, it was to devour her, but Little Red Riding Hood wasn't so innocent. She pulled out a knife hidden in her basket, the same one her grandmother used to cut meat. She plunged it into the imposter's chest, who shrieked like a thousand damned souls. From then on, Little Red Riding Hood lived alone in the cabin, hating with all her being that werehog who ate her grandmother. After that, she began training her children to hunt werehogs one by one. Decades passed until Little Red Riding Hood's descendants built the "Werehog Hunting Academy," a place where children who had been taken from their parents by werehogs would be handed over to be killed.