The ratfolk could always recognize which massacres were committed by Twitch. His victims would be dreadfully tortured and poisoned, and then hung from conspicuous heights with the ropes carving into their decayed necks. Their remains would emit faint creaking sounds as they swayed gently in mid-air, serving as a chilling testament to those who dared oppose the Three Ears Brotherhood. This was precisely the effect that Twitch the Corpse Flinger wanted to achieve. At this point, he would then emerge from the crowd and silently admire his masterpiece. Beneath the shadow cast by his cap, a sinister and contented smile would creep across his face.

Twitch cherished the days when he mingled in the lower ranks of the Brotherhood, where there were queues of unsuspecting fools awaiting his execution. He enjoyed carrying out his tasks in the most flamboyant manner: donning his most exquisite coat, employing the most potent toxins, and displaying his victims in the most conspicuous locations. This method had proved most effective in intimidating potential troublemakers. However, as the Three Ears Brotherhood expanded and grew more powerful, there were fewer individuals who dared to oppose them openly, so Boss Rook wished for Twitch to handle matters with more discretion and subtlety. However, Twitch disliked formulating conspiracies and assassinations, just as he disliked the elusive Whisk of the Execution Squad. However, Twitch was always reminded that Rook's orders were not to be disobeyed. After all, Rook was not only the leader of the Brotherhood, but also his respected foster father.

Before Chitter informed Twitch about the cause of his parents' deaths, Twitch had never once thought of rebelling against his foster father. Twitch's biological father had once been a top assassin, so Twitch believed that he should have inherited the title after his death. Since Rook was the leader of the Three Ears Brotherhood, and also his foster father, Twitch felt naturally inclined to serve him. However, after Chitter's instigation turned everything into chaos, all the accumulated grievances between Twitch and his foster father erupted into the open, and even Twitch was shocked to realize the extent of the conflict between them. However, the revelation of the lie in itself was a lie. Twitch's anger cooled abruptly, replaced by immense confusion. If his anger was nothing more than a farce, would the chaos he orchestrated be forgiven? He looked up at his father, the boss of their Brotherhood, feeling anxious about his days to come, yet also relieved that everything had come to an end before he committed an even bigger mistake.