Back in the day, people built children like we now build war criminals. Tiny tykes weren’t coddled or babied with cheery tales about the world and all its wonders. From the day they sloughed out of the dark prison that was their mother’s womb, kids were weened on a steady diet of gruesome fairy tales and sawblades. But it’s time for a new generation – our generation – to rise up and claim the mantle of Most Powerful Child. That’s why everyone’s making fairy tales more fucked up than ever before. American McGee has made a career out of it, and now a small Belgian studio called GRIN (no, not that one) is taking up its own axe with Woolfe: The Red Riding Hood Diaries. It looks rather stunning, no? I am, however, worried that it could end up a bog standard platformer with a macabre coat of red paint.