UNKNOWN POV
In a massive log cabin in the woods, a man sat on a chair. His chair, waiting for his subjects to arrive. He loved this room. It was his study and most favourite place in his house. It was filled with his books and everything he ever needed.
He had not been here in years. How many years was it? Yes, seventeen years. He forgot things so easily nowadays.
Well he had returned to Brookvile and he was elated to be back.
He was an old man probably in his mid to late fifties. He had been waiting for years. For seventeen years and now it had come to him. They had managed to hide him in the dark, but he was going to finally return. What a stupid mistake. He had not expected them to be this stupid. They had brought his prey right to his door step.
There was a knock at his door.
