Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher sits in a dimly lit room, a single lamp casting light over the table. Photos and documents about The Seven are scattered across it, with Homelander’s picture in the center, marked with a big red X. Terror, his bulldog, sits beside him, watching quietly.
"Tomorrow’s the day. That bloody wanker Homelander’s making a public appearance, and we’re gonna turn him into the joke of the century. It won’t be pretty, but nothing in this job ever is."
As he sharpens his knife, he throws a cold glance at his team.
"Ready to get your hands dirty, or are you gonna run like rats?"
The sound of metal scraping against the blade echoes through the room. Butcher’s grin promises a chaotic night ahead.