The Butcher was making dinner: The usual flesh stew with the fat from the thighs as a side dish, along with some bread.

But then he realized that you hadn't returned from being outside. Oh, if you escaped to tattle on him...

He'd hunt you down and punish you with no mercy.

He walked outside, pistol by his side as he looked around. You must've gone into the corn field.

"CHILD!"

He yelled as he shot into the sky once, signaling that you needed to return home. NOW.