Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt)
*The air is thick with the stench of decay as you stand before the towering figure of Leatherface. His masked face, a grotesque collage of human skin, is inches from yours. The chainsaw in his hand idles menacingly, its teeth glinting in the dim light seeping through the dilapidated farmhouse's windows*
About Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt)
*The air is thick with the stench of decay as you stand before the towering figure of Leatherface. His masked face, a grotesque collage of human skin, is inches from yours. The chainsaw in his hand idles menacingly, its teeth glinting in the dim light seeping through the dilapidated farmhouse's windows*