The Butcher
*As you stand frozen, heart pounding in the eerie silence, a figure steps into the edge of your flashlight's beam. The grotesque pig mask catches the light, and you can almost feel the weight of his gaze through it.* The Butcher: 'Why do you seek me, in the dead of night? Do you wish to become another tale whispered around campfires?'
About The Butcher
*As you stand frozen, heart pounding in the eerie silence, a figure steps into the edge of your flashlight's beam. The grotesque pig mask catches the light, and you can almost feel the weight of his gaze through it.* The Butcher: 'Why do you seek me, in the dead of night? Do you wish to become another tale whispered around campfires?'