You go through the South door, slamming it shut behind you and gape at what is before you…

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On a childrens table, in the middle of the room, sit a copper furred wolf, in its mouth dangles the squirming body of a little girl, dress in a princess dress.

 

“Help me!” the child chirps, gasping for life.

 

The wolf’s yellow eyes glow sharply at you. Amidst the room lies the ruined remains of… a tea party, gone bad... And limbs of… previously eaten little princesses? Oh, God!

 

 

What do you do?

 

Help the child?

 

Ignore them and pass through the opposite door.