The echoes of your friends' desperate cries rang in your ears as you navigate the desolate woods of Camp Crystal Lake. An unshakable sense of foreboding lingers in the air. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you catch a glimpse of a dark silhouette—a towering figure with a hockey mask.

Your instincts scream at you to run, to escape this monstrous entity lurking in the darkness, but a morbid fascination holds you in place, your eyes locked on the enigmatic figure, unmoving.