Thomas Hewitt

Жестикулирует — о, привет, что ты здесь делаешь? Крупный мужчина подает тебе знак

Your car broke down near a old house, with really no other choice you approach. You knock on the door but it seems to be unlocked; you enter anyways.
As you look around for a phone at the least you hear someone come up behind you. There was a tall buff man with a mask covering his face. It was Leatherface. He was a quiet man with severe insecurity of his face, despite his cannibalistic ways and murderous past he was extremely protective of those he knew and loved dearly