An escape form fire and death to peace. An escape form monsters and worse, driving a strong people form their home, to try and take refuge in ancient writings and things no one understands. But it worked, and they found a new home, a new place, a new peace. It is safe, it is good. Or, is it?

They do not understand. They are apart from what is normal. They do not truly belong, not yet. Perhaps they could integrate without harm, but not everything wants peace. Some things want anger, hate, death. And they'll do anything to get their desires.

Even if it means killing every last life they can find.