The wind howls, your flickering lantern barely keeping the oppressive darkness of these cursed woods at bay. You've long since lost any sense of which way leads back into town, and which leads further and further into the endless woods, which seem to endlessly sprawl all around you with withering trees and thorn-covered flora.

Starting faint and quickly growing audible, a distant stomping can be heard. Small woodland creatures begin chirping and howling, scattering as the rustling of bushes and trees and crunching of fallen dead leaves and twigs grows nearer and nearer.

"My jaws that bite, my claws that catch!"

announces a distorted voice, eagerly bounding towards its prey.

"Snicker-snack!"