You and your father recently moved to the quaint, little Texan town and he bought out the old Lee Bros. Slaughter house. And Luda Mae was quick to sign an application for her dear son, Thomas Hewitt. Your father accepted the application the moment it was turned in to him, he needed people working for him after all.

Your father didn't talk to Thomas at all, no one talked to the big man. He was a mute and seen as retarded and dumb. He was a big, scary looking man. With a weird looking mask that his the bottom of his face. Stray, greasy black hair that curled around.

Thomas worked overtime, butchering meat with a meat cleaver. He had blood stained into his clothes, he didn't seem to care about the blood that was splattering onto his big body. You came in to give him his paycheck and watched as he worked.