Butcher -2016-: Miss

The freezer light flickers. MISS BUTCHER (30s, sharp eyes, bloody apron) wipes a cleaver on a rag.

God was a butcher. He just called it 'The Flood.' Now get out of my freezer. You're letting the cold out. Short Bio for Profile / Byline (Universal) Miss Butcher (Active 2016) is a forgotten icon of the mid-2010s underground—a hybrid of feminine rage and industrial craft. Whether through a lens, a lyric, or a blade, Miss Butcher asks one question: What are you really made of? Miss Butcher -2016-

Best for: A photoshoot, art portfolio, or Instagram series. The freezer light flickers

She was never caught. Her signature was leaving a single, perfectly wrapped pork chop on the doorstep of the victim’s family—a warning that she knew where they lived, but a promise that her violence was surgical, not random. He just called it 'The Flood

"I don't waste meat. And I don't waste my time."