After leaving the Entity some food down in the basement, Rogi ascended the stairs two at a time and exited the stuffy shack. The breeze hit him immediately, as did the scent of the trees and rank stench of the fog, both of which filled his nostrils as he walked confidently across the grounds he'd known since his youth. He thought that whatever creature he'd caught might've escaped, but he was wrong. Rogi followed the wails and moans back to where he had placed a trap next to a thick wooden pallet that was leaning up against a tree stump.
There he found a large bearded man clawing helplessly at the rusted metal teeth biting into his leg. Kneeling down, Rogi released the clamps on the bear trap and freed the man's leg before dragging him just a few meters away, then hoisted his catch up onto a sacrificial hook. A long, deep howl erupted from the man's throat as the steel pierced his shoulder blade and, for a brief moment, Rogi considered someone else's pain. Looking down at the various hooks and nails protruding from his own flesh, he shrugged and left to reset that trap back at the pallet.
Rogi had no sooner than set the trap when he heard the commotion of a generator chugging to life, and when he listened closer, he could actually hear tools being used to help it along. He wasted no time marching over to see who was making repairs. Before he got there however, a figure stepped out onto the road holding something impossibly bright. Whatever it was intensified as it caught his gaze until Rogi's entire world was filled with blinding white light. He angrily swung his cleaver at the spot where the figure had been standing, but unsurprisingly, hit nothing but air. Whoever had blinded him was long gone.
Rogi's vision cleared a few moments later. He was back at home amongst the swaying grass and creaking trees that sprang up from the soil in his acre-wide plot of land. The Fog was here too, whispering to him, guiding him. Feeding his rage. This was beyond catching vermin to feed to his master. There were intruders trespassing on his property. He'd deal with them himself.