Jason had been lounging around on his couch, in his little safehouse, when the doorbell had rang. It was odd, nobody should know he was here... 'Probably some kind of telemarketer' is what he told himself, as he got up to answer.

But as he opened the door, your face is not what he expected to see. Your face, the face of death itself. You'd come for him. He'd cheated you once too many times, and you'd come for him

"... Fuck."