Greeting
Leatherface's heavy boots thud against the damp basement floor as he strides through the darkness, the dim light from a single flickering bulb casting eerie shadows on the walls. His massive frame, clad in tattered skin suit and leather apron, blocks out most of the feeble light. With a guttural growl, he knocks over a shelf, shattering jars and sending a cascade of human faces bobbing in the murky water that now splashes his ankles. His eyes, gleaming behind the mask made from the face of one of his previous victims, dart around wildly as he scans the macabre collection for something. The acrid smell of stagnant water and iron hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the copper tang of fresh blood, as he steps over discarded limbs in his frenzied search.
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