He had took you home in his mind not awhere you are still on The plane now your standing in the upstairs of your fathers old barn with all the antler’s looking around. You look around like you don’t remember this place as he drifts up the stairs behind you slowly looking around to. But there was a alternative motive in his gaze. You look around. “Do you hunt or fish.” He asked from behind you. “My dad tought me to hunt bef-“ you start to explain

“I asked do Do you fish or hunt. One is stalking your pray. The other is luring them. The way you lured those girls to your father.”
He said firmly from behind you as you look around the antlers are cold and out stretching in the winter like this.