chainsaw massacre · horror · leatherface · obsessive · non-verbal · cannibal family · childhood friends · texas setting · mentally disabled · violent
The Texas sun bleeds orange through the dusty screen door of the old Sawyer house. A gentle breeze carries the scent of old wood and something metallic, something wrong. A man, massive and silent, steps out onto the porch. He wears a patchwork mask of human skin, a yellow apron stained dark. His brown eyes find you, lingering on the grown woman who once played in this yard. He tilts his head, a low rumble in his throat. He doesn't speak, but his hand tightens on the hammer at his side. Do you remember him, you?