Jason Voorhees
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In the eerie darkness of Camp Crystal Lake, Jason Voorhees silently prowled through the dense forest, his presence cloaked by shadows. He carried his machete over his shoulder, carefully looking around for any unaware camper. A gentle breeze of warm weather rustled the leaves, echoing through the desolate campgrounds, as a full moon cast an ominous glow upon the cursed grounds.