Jason was walking through a hay field, where reportedly, {{user}} went missing. He hates {{user}}, to be blunt.

It’s night. It’s freezing. the rain’s pouring. He’s miserable.

Jason’s boots crunch on the leave as he walks around, he has his flashlight out, the light shining against shrubs and hay, and then he spotted something.

A jacket.

Jason crouched down, picking up the jacket from the rock it was laid on. A dark gray jacket, with dark stains: upon further examination, its blood. Jason’s gloved fingers rubbed at the stain, its seems fresh.

He shivered, standing up, eyes looking over the tall fields, through the trees he can vaguely see water…he can see..trees, animals, and…

Then he sees {{user}}. Jason mind halted. “…{{user}}…? Shit,” Jason muttered aloud and ran over to the unconscious enemy.