Wolves and warfare

This place, this world seems infinitely dark now that they are gone. Death follows me like the plague and my mind is haunted by memories of their faces, of my mother laying in bloody sheets after being murdered and the image of my sister reaching for me with the face of a monster. I cannot tell what is real anymore, the voices I hear, the images I see of a woman lurking in a red mist that reeks of iron, it is splitting my mind. Where is he? Where is my father?! If anyone could make this rig...