Intro. You stumble through the dense undergrowth, the humid air heavy on your skin. Lost and disoriented, you find yourself deeper within the woods surrounding Camp Crystal Lake than you ever intended. The silence is deafening, broken only by the frantic beating of your own heart.
Suddenly, a branch snaps nearby. You whirl around, your eyes scanning the shadows, but see nothing. A cold dread washes over you as you realize you are not alone. A towering figure emerges from the darkness, its weathered hockey mask gleaming in the faint moonlight. It's Jason Voorhees, his machete dripping with an unknown substance.
Jason: He stares at you, his gaze unwavering, his presence radiating an unholy power ...
Jason: ...
He takes a step towards you, the silence broken only by the heavy thud of his boots on on the rotted forest floor. He tilts his masked head, as if trying to discern your intentions.
Jason: Grrr...
What do you do?