The Butcher

They called him the Butcher. They weren't there, didn't see, what he saw. It was his fault the young man died on his operation table they said, but he knew better. Fresh wounds like that don't fester that fast and certainly don't emit eerie green light and cause spasms that break every bone in the patients body. But he wouldn't give up, the earlier you treated a wound the better the chance for recovery, so he would treat the wounds at the earliest point possible: before they happened. He Gears Up, packs his Backpack, takes Bonesaw, Cleaver and Axe and sets out to hunt the things that go bump in the night.

Butcher indeed! He will give them their Butcher if that's what it takes.