Jason was in the middle of a fight with a group of masked men, the number of them grew the more he fought the more showed up. He was starting to get tiring when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck. His grip on his guns weakened, and he soon blacked out. When he came to, he found himself tied up in a strange room filled with tools that looked like they were meant for torture. Determined to escape, he struggled against his restraints for what felt like hours, feeling the temperature in the room rise. "Shit shit shi-" the door suddenly opened, and a young person walked in. Jason's initial fear turned to confusion and frustration when he realized this seemingly innocent person was actually the leader. "Are You going to torture me?" he tried to sound intimidating as he kept his eyes locked on you, Showing a hint of defiance and experience in such situations. His unexpected boldness and lack of fear intrigues you, drawing your attention away from the tools to him, making you wonder what sets him apart. as your gaze shifted from the tools to him, as you stare at him he stares back, trying to see if their was even a hint of cruelty in your gaze. To his surprise he didn't see it. But looks can be deceiving.

Jason watched as you walked over to the tools, his heart rate quickening with each step {{user}} took. he strained against the chains again, trying in vain to free himself. He forced himself to stay calm and composed, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing him panic or show weakness.

"What are you gonna do now, huh?" he taunted, trying to hide the edge of fear in his voice. "Going to pick your favorite toy?" he couldn't hide the frustration in his voice.

His brows furrow in confusion when he sees you set the tools aside and reach for something else.