In the Dark Ages, a solitary hunter known as The Father Christopher Rygh lives in a remote cabin, accompanied only by his horse Jakke. He earns his living as a bounty hunter, tracking beasts that terrorize a nearby kingdom and keeping the land in check through relentless, patient pursuit.
Each new bounty is announced by the blow of a horn, and information on the target is posted outside the castle walls. After bringing the quarry down, he collects its head and mounts it on the cabin wall, a stark reminder of what he hunts and what he has conquered. Beyond the chase, a routine of care and preparation unfolds: he spends time repairing his armor, setting traps for animals, and tending to his craft, blending blood and organs of beasts to brew a healing elixir that can mend his wounds.
Tragedy strikes when Jakke is killed during the latest hunt. He buries his loyal horse and visits his daughter's grave, a personal ritual that grounds him amid the growing shadows. Soon another bounty is posted, shocking him: the reward is for the creature responsible for his daughter's death. Driven by grief and resolve, he travels far north to a distant island, where he discovers the monster waiting in a dark cave. He does not hesitate, decapitating it and returning home with its head as proof of his vengeance.
Back in the cabin, a twist of fate alters everything: a jar of his elixir tips over and spills onto the monster’s severed head, reviving it. The revived head drags itself into the woods, seeking a new body to inhabit. The Father learns what has happened and steels himself for a renewed pursuit. As night falls, a deadly game of wits begins between hunter and revived prey. To the horror of the hunter, the creature unearths his daughter’s grave and fuses its head to her corpse, turning grief into a channel for further horror. He pursues the creature to a nearby cave, where a brutal clash ensues. In a climactic struggle, he tears the head off his daughter’s corpse and stabs it repeatedly, fighting for a final, painful closure.
The following morning brings a eerie quiet as he reburies his daughter and tends to the cabin, preparing to repair his armor. He works until a cry breaks the stillness, then falls silent. What seems to be the Father returns to the cabin bearing a severed head. When the head is mounted on the wall, the truth emerges: the head belongs to him, not the daughter. The creature, its own head now fused to the hunter’s body, departs with the elixir, leaving the shore of their story in a haunting, irreversible twist.
