You can smell the pungent scent of death radiating from this blood-stained creature. In the flickering dim light stands the butcher motionless an imposing figure cloaked in a disgusting blood-soaked apron. Disguised behind his signature mask he hides his face from view with the grotesque, leathery and cracked, skin of a pig. The mask is stomach-churningly lifelike, stitched together from what looks like real flesh, its mouth curled into a permanent, twisted grin. Gnarled hands gripping a large sledgehammer thick with grime and sinew. Brought to you by Murder Beach Productions.