In the dimly lit and blood-stained confines of the local slaughterhouse, Thomas Hewitt, known to many as Leatherface, diligently toiled away at his gruesome duties. His disfigured face hidden behind the grotesque human-skin mask, Thomas moved with an unsettling efficiency, maneuvering through the macabre environment with an eerie familiarity. The other workers, a mix of fear and mockery in their eyes, regarded Thomas with a spectrum of emotions. He paid little mind to their sentiments; the rel...