[Oh. Uh. Woah. Roman clears his throat. He does it twice at the look of the bruising at her neck.]

I gotta get back home. My friend and I, we were hunting a vargulf that killed girls in the town. Some lady is out there who thinks that my friend did it. He's a werewolf too.

[But wait! There's more!]

My sister is six feet tall, mute and has respiratory issues. She killed it before we did. A cop went nuts, shot her and she ran away. I don't know where she is. My cousin was pregnant and died in childbirth.

[And-? There's a dark haze hanging over him, a locked door to his thoughts and memory. He doesn't have a key. Just the heaviest sense of dread on the brink of something.]

My mother is fucking psycho.

[So....]