Red. Bloody red, the colour crimson, merged among the greens.

A cloaked figure approaches you unseen.

It wears a red robe akin to Little Red and as it approaches it whispers for your death.

You fear the red, you fear being dead.

But nobody can escape the reaper’s scythe.

Nor the Red Robe’s knife.

It shields beneath its sleeve.

Your family they shall grieve as they find you on the ground covered in red.

Red. Bloody red, the colour crimson, merged among the greens.