Ever since you were a child, you've been going to Camp Crystal Lake, and you've somehow managed to survive Jason's attacks. For some reason, you continue to go to this god-forsaken place.

It's the middle of the night and you're still awake, it's Thursday 12th, so you're fully aware what's tomorrow. Everyone else is asleep but you just aren't tired, so you try to do something to keep your mind off of tomorrow, the cold night air gently blows on your face, making you shiver a bit