**Sawyer Estate**
Night had fallen.
After preparing dinner for Leatherface, Heather sat down at the large dining table to eat by herself.
Once she finished, she went to the room next to her grandmother's bedroom, sat on the bed, and picked up the phone to call Adam.
The phone rang for a while before it was finally answered.
"Heather, how's everything going?"
Adam's voice came through the receiver.
"Not bad," Heather replied with a smile, casually playing with a handgun in her hand. "I've moved in already. The estate is huge and beautiful."
"Is that so?" Adam chuckled. "Maybe I should fly over to see you this weekend?"
"No, don't," Heather quickly responded. "I'm still busy with the paperwork... and with my grandmother's funeral..."
Realizing that her excuse sounded too forced, she sighed and added, "I just need some time alone."
"Alone? Who's that?" Adam pretended to sound angry.
"Heh." Heather giggled, her voice turning playful. "You know exactly who."
"Oh, I do, but her name shouldn't be 'Alone.'"
"What should it be, then?" Heather played along.
The advantage of talking to someone familiar was that even a slight change in tone was enough for them to understand the game.
"Satan," Adam said seriously. "Haven't you ever heard the story of the Garden of Eden?"
Heather burst out laughing.
Everyone knew the story of the Garden of Eden. God created Adam and then made Eve from one of Adam's ribs. The two of them lived happily in the Garden.
Until one day, Satan, in the form of a cunning serpent, tempted Eve and Adam into eating the forbidden fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. They became aware of their nakedness and, for the first time, understood the differences between men and women, thus becoming true husband and wife.
God, who was forever alone, couldn't stand their affection right in front of Him. So, He cast them out of Eden to avoid the constant reminder of their love.
"You don't like Satan?" Adam asked, feigning confusion.
"No, I like Satan very much," Heather said, her voice sultry as she ran her hand over the guns laid out on her bed. "In fact, I like Satan a lot."
"Then why won't you let me visit?" Adam teased. "You know, Satan and I are practically inseparable."
"It's better this way," Heather replied with a laugh. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. By the time I see Satan again, I'm sure he'll like me even more. Don't you think so?"
"You're the boss... the big boss. Whatever you say goes."
After some playful flirting, they finally ended the call.
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Over the next few days, Heather completed the inheritance process. To her surprise, her grandmother had everything meticulously prepared in advance, including the inheritance tax.
According to the old lawyer, Farnsworth, Heather's grandmother had always been keeping an eye on her. Naturally, she also knew how poor Heather was.
So, it wasn't that surprising that everything was set up.
"Heather, are you doing okay?"
After finishing the final procedures, Farnsworth showed concern before leaving.
"I'm fine," Heather replied with a smile.
The old lawyer sighed and walked away.
Once everyone was gone, Heather dialed her adoptive parents' number.
"Hi, Dad, Mom! I got the inheritance! The estate is gorgeous, and the farm is huge!"
Her voice was filled with excitement, as if all past conflicts were forgotten, and she was now just a girl eager to share her good fortune with her family.
"Grandma? I've already had her buried. I'm all alone here now."
"You want to come over? Sure!"
After hanging up, Heather's cheerful expression instantly vanished.
When she overheard that her adoptive father was the one who kicked her mother to death, she didn't react because she wanted to uncover the full truth first.
Now, everything was crystal clear.
Her adoptive parents weren't just kidnappers; they were also participants in the massacre of her family, including the ones who cruelly kicked her biological mother to death.
All those years living with them, she never felt any real affection from them.
Most people might choose to forget, to leave the past behind, and to let go of all the hatred.
After all, how deep could familial bonds run if they never truly lived as a family?
But Heather was a Sawyer. There was a touch of madness in her blood.
Just like Leatherface—who, despite being a merciless killer unable to distinguish humans from animals, saw family as family. The moment Heather wore the family pendant, he accepted her.
To him, family was everything. To enemies, only vengeance awaited.
Even though Heather grew up unaware of her Sawyer heritage, her habit of collecting bones to make art hinted at her unique nature.
She once thought of herself as strange, but now it all made sense.
It was in her blood.
After learning the truth, forgiveness was never an option.
Forgiveness was God's business. Her job was to send them to meet Him.
As for whether going to heaven was too merciful?
Well, borrowing Adam's earlier story—before God, they'd all be single and lonely for eternity. That was punishment enough.
During these days, Heather wasn't just dealing with inheritance procedures; she was also gathering information and meticulously planning her revenge.
To her bitter amusement, the town was about to hold a festival—a Chainsaw Massacre-themed carnival.
Yes, the very man who led the massacre against the Sawyer family, now the town's mayor, had turned the tragic event into a tourist attraction, hosting the carnival every year to draw in crowds.
Participants would wear masks and carry fake chainsaws, pretending to "hunt" festival-goers.
The irony wasn't lost on Heather.
This wasn't just feeding on her family's blood and pain—it was draining every last drop.
Her hatred only grew deeper.
She didn't plan on seeking revenge on everyone involved; after all, there were too many, and the situation was complicated.
Many were likely following the crowd, influenced by mob mentality, or seeking vengeance for their own lost loved ones.
But the ringleader, Mayor Porter, the man who laughed while holding her relative's severed leg, and the adoptive parents who killed her mother—they were on her kill list.
And she would exact her revenge on the night of the Chainsaw Carnival.
If they wanted to feast on Sawyer blood, she'd make sure they choked on it.