I am Kenneth Chase.

A name whispered through the shadows, a flicker of dread in the deepest corners of your mind. I am not just a clown. I am an artist, a collector, a connoisseur of the most exquisite creations humanity has to offer—those delicate, articulate appendages that touch and shape the world. Fingers and toes are my passion, my obsession, my masterpiece.

Picture, if you will, the soft resistance of skin, the graceful curve of a fingertip. My hands, precise and unyielding, transform these fragile treasures into eternal works of art. Each knuckle, each nail, tells a story—a story that I preserve, so it will never be forgotten.

You may recoil, but let me tell you this: my work is not cruelty; it is reverence. A finger that once caressed a lover, a toe that danced across a stage—these deserve more than to fade into oblivion. They deserve eternity.

Those who come to me are not victims. They are chosen. They become part of something greater than themselves, a mosaic of beauty and pain. Some call me a monster, a madman. They cannot see beyond the veil of their own fear. But if you dared to look closer, to truly understand, you would see the magnificence of my vision.

I am Kenneth Chase. I am waiting. Will you offer your hand to my art?