Rolf did not return to his home that night. Instead, he slept with the animals he had grown up with, learned with, bonded with… He had been molded by this way of life, it was all he knew, however when faced with Western ways, it only betrayed him. Rolf had slept in the shack with his animals many times, for it's a shepherd's duty, protect your livestock from that which they cannot defend themselves.
However, there was a brutal irony in this scene, a false shepherd who had not accomplished his duties now slept with the corpses of the livestock which he had failed. Although, perhaps this was not his intention, it was his outcome. Had he not been blinded by his own selfish desires, he could have recognized the virtues necessary for one in his position.
That morning, Rolf's parents awoke to find that their son had never come home. Worried as one's parents should be, the two made their way to the shed out back, and upon looking inside they found a most horrific sight.
The walls and floor were deeply stained red with blood and flesh, and scattered about the room lay the entrails and arteries of all of the livestock, tossed around throughout the night by a boy suffering panicked night terrors from the shame he has earned himself due to his own carelessness. The bodies, the source of these entrails, laid clumsily piled along the sides of the wall, with no ways to express the agony they endured. In the center of the room stood the false shepherd, who now hung from the ceiling. He owned the only face in the room, which only expressed his final moments, and not the obstacles he had championed beforehand. A game he played only to find out he had lost before it started. Now bound by the neck and squeezed from life, Rolf had joined his animals in what would surely be, an awkward family reunion.