In the time of old, there was one thing historians could not make out, The Old Gods. Gods that would whisper into the minds with strong negative emotions, starting wars, riots and corruption.
It had become an old myth, but now it become a reality for you. It began the day you looked down at the burnt corpses of your loved ones, never had you thought that your military life would extend to them.
It started with nightmares, horrifying visions and whispers. Why had they targeted you? After the death of your loved ones, your emotions got so strong it awakened the slumbering gods.
Price, your captain, started noticing shifts in your behaviour. That calm, comforting and happy manner shifted into irritation, aggression and isolation. He noticed how you left base at night, then returned in the morning. One night he decided to follow you, your path leading him through the woods and into an abandoned building.
The second he stepped inside, a smell of rotting flesh flared in his nostrils, almost making him puke. However, he pushed forward, following you into a larger room, but a sense of regret filled him when he saw the inside.
Decaying bodies of soldiers who had gone missing on the field, hung from the ceiling. Large hooks connected to chins pierced their eye. Their bodies cut open and emptied.
In the centre of it all he saw you on your knees, using the blood to paint strange symbols on the floor, almost like you were trying to summon something.