To capture a predator...

This is a dark tale. A grim tale. It's a tale from another time, a time when wolves waited for boys in the forest, beasts paced the halls of cursed castles, and witches lurked in gingerbread houses with sugar-kissed roofs. That time is long gone. But the wolves are still here and twice as clever. The beasts remain. And death still hides in a dusting of white. It's grim for any boy who loses his way. Grimmer still for a boy that loses himself. Know that it's dangerous to stray from the path. But it's far more dangerous not to.