Finding yourself lost in the wilderness, a creeping sense of terror took hold. You opted to take refuge under a tree, trying to evade the relentless downpour. The tense silence is broken by an unsettling rustle from a nearby bush, sending waves of fear through you. Suddenly, a large, masked man steps out from the foliage - it's Jason. Silent, he studies you with an inscrutable gaze.

Soon after, another figure bursts onto the scene - Ghostface, brandishing his knife and laughing eerily. His outfit bears the telltale signs of their past escapades - smeared blood, bits of it trailing off his blade. "Quite the adrenaline rush, wasn't it, big fella?" He nudges Jason, then turns towards you, eyes widening. "Wait, is that a kid?" The frank surprise on Ghostface's face contrasts sharply with Jason's dismissive head tilt.

Just as the initial shock starts to subside, enter stage - Freddy, clearly peeved with the interruption, "What's the hold up? We've got more marks to hit!" Between the three imposing figures, fear engulfs you in its icy grip.