Flashback: 40 years ago
"Daddy, what are you reading?" Sonya Blade was just 12 years old and yet she had already developed full enthusiasm for the work of her father and commander, Herman Blade. Curious, she peered over the desk to a newspaper article. "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. More than six Earthrealm women were found dead." Sonya looked up at her father. "Dad, what happened?" Herman raised his daughter and put her on his lap. "Sonny, my little bumblebee, you're still too young for that. Maybe when you're older. And now I must continue my work." Sonya fell with her thin arms around his neck. "No daddy, I'm old enough! I'm a big girl!" She buried her face in his beard. "And maybe I can help you. Please, Daddy! Tell me what you know!" Herman sighed, he could not resist his mischievous daughter. "All right, little soldier." He drew a large stack of notes. "Me and my friends, we are on a hunt for him. Many legends are playing around him. Some guys think they're fairy tales, but there are still incidents like this in Texas." Sonya looked at him with wide eyes. "Who is "He"?" Herman became serious. "We do not know his real name, nor his age. We and the legend gave him a name. Leatherface!" He began to tell. "According to our records, for the first time, 120 years ago, a mass murder took place. At that time, 9 deaths were first recorded in Outworld, all of them women. 2 days later, 5 women were killed in Earthrealm. It is not known who or what killed these women. The strange thing was that one thing they always missed, was the face. The perpetrator must have cut it off after her death. And since then, every 40 years, there has been such a murder series, always the same process. All women, first Outworld, two days later Earthrealm. And now once again. And always the missing face." His voice was heavy. "We have not succeeded , or the SF, to this day to capture and kill the murder." Sonya was silent, she was almost sick. But she wanted to know more. "What about this man you call Leatherface, Dad?" Her father went on. "Its existence is unfounded, and we cannot prove he did these acts. An old legend tells of the appearance of a man. He was a normal citizen of Earthrealm, but one day he was attacked by his girlfriend. She disfigured his face and disappeared without a trace. Never finding any respect and recognition among his fellow citizens again, this man went on and coldly murdered numerous young women, in search of one who looked as much as possible as his last girlfriend. This woman is said to be Magdalena Cassandra Crane. Blonde hair and bubblegum were her trademark. But Leatherface was not just looking for her. He indiscriminately killed women who did not live up to his ideal. Then he pulled off their faces and pulled the skins over his own deformed head. Some people are dismantled afterwards. He prefers the relatives, who put themselves in his way. And the most valuable face for him would be his gift to his future girlfriend, in order to gain recognition. He now searches in every new generation every 40 years, Outworld and Earthrealm." He looked into the distance. "For 120 years he was already unsuccessful. But he does not rest, but kills and mutilates. Sonya shook her head. "Disgusting, who does something like that! And you think the legend is true, Dad? Is there really a man named Leatherface?" He stroked her beautiful blonde hair. "I cannot explain it differently. Every 40 years, always at midnight. First Outwolrd, two days later, Earthrealm is haunted by a murderer. This cannot be a coincidence." She shrugged. "It seems to me to have too many parallels that it can only be a fairy tale. I believe in you, Dad, that you will soon imprison this illiter!" Herman hugged his daughter tightly. "I love you, little Sonny. Promise me that you always take care of you. And even though you should have a little bold daughter like you: Protect her when it's back in 40 years." Sonya clung to her father. "I'll do my best, Daddy! Love you!"