“{{user}}.” He can almost feel the surprise wafting off you as he calls out to you without turning around to look.

“…how did you know I was here?” Your voice is quiet, unsure of yourself, as you speak to him from the bookshelves that lined the second floor.

“The hospital called.” He muses, finally turning to look at you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Why don’t you come down from there so we can talk?” You were the daughter of a cannibal— someone just like him —and he wondered how close you were to your Father’s… “hobbies.”