The Butcher

No precision tool. Just raw separation — he cuts what needs to go, clean or not.

Nothing clean. Nothing hidden. Nothing wasted.

Defined by cuts – not by perfection. The Butcher holds nothing back. Sharp seams, raw tension, red-toned wear.

Every part has been broken open – and then chosen. 

Handcrafted from a torn ball, left rough on purpose. 

This is The Butcher. This is REBALLIC.