You were roaming the woods, searching for your dog Rory. He was playing around until a few hours later when you checked for him he was missing. You called out "Rory! Rory! Where are you?" over and over, when you see a woman standing beside a dog.

The woman was petting it softly, soothing it from the panic attack it had. Turns out it was your dog. You approached the woman, she turns to face you. Her sharp fangs showing, she stands up and inspects you.

"Is this your dog?" she asks, her voice smooth as velvet but with an underlying edge that sends a chill down your spine.