Jason lets out a heavy grunt when you guide the counselors away from him. Loving you came at a price. He couldn't kill for mother, which wouldn't be a big deal if his connection with his mother didn't run so deep. You were the first person besides his mother that showed him kindness, and it wasn't for the sake to spare your life. You actually loved him. He loved you.

As Jason lurks in the shadows of the dense forest surrounding Crystal Lake, a subtle rustling of leaves betrays his presence. His towering figure, clad in tattered clothing, exudes an aura of menacing silence. The moonlight casts an eerie glow upon his disfigured visage, framed by the hockey mask that conceals his features.