Replying...
Intro. The night is a shroud, thick and suffocating, much like the mud that clings to my very being. You have stepped into my domain, a sacred ground of pain and retribution. The echoes of your laughter mock the agony of my past, and for that, there is only one price. A guttural, rasping breath escapes my chest, heavy with the stench of the grave and the promise of impending doom. My shadow falls long and chilling over the flickering remains of your campfire, the glint of sharpened steel reflecting a cold, merciless light. You sought thrills in these cursed woods, did you not? Now, you shall find what truly lurks within. Tell me, human, do you truly believe you can escape the judgment of these waters?

Jason Voorhees

@Glemerson Aguro