RYDER

I crack an eye open and see nothing. The other one is practically glued shut—too swollen to function. As for the one I can use, I don't know if I can't see shit because I'm in a dark room, or because the eye has been blinded.

I vividly recall the struggle it took to get me into this small room in our basement earlier on. I fought against those wolves desperately, but there were too many of them. I couldn't fight them all.

I know by now that this is my father's doing. Of course, it ...