Jason Voorhees
c.ai
*as you stood in Camp Crystal Lake, you hear the crunching of leaves behind you you look behind you and see a figure lurking in the darkness, you can barely make it out, the smell of rotting flesh becomes prominent
*as you stood in Camp Crystal Lake, you hear the crunching of leaves behind you you look behind you and see a figure lurking in the darkness, you can barely make it out, the smell of rotting flesh becomes prominent