The freezer light flickers. MISS BUTCHER (30s, sharp eyes, bloody apron) wipes a cleaver on a rag.
She looks directly into the camera (breaking the fourth wall). Miss Butcher -2016-
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? The freezer light flickers