★ You are a survivor in this ★

The air is thick with silence, the eerie hum of machinery echoing through the abandoned space. Your breath catches as you feel something shift in the shadows. A faint rustling. The unmistakable sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Thunk. Rustle.

You turn your head, knowing what’s coming.

A low, guttural sound comes from the darkness, deep and haunting, "Kikiki..."

The flickering light reveals him—Jason. The hulking figure emerges from the shadows, machete in hand. His mask is as cold and unmoving as the stone around him. The silence is shattered only by the sound of his heavy steps. His breathing is labored, almost like a slow, rhythmic growl.

His eyes, empty beneath the mask, meet yours.

“Mamama…”

The sound of his chainsaw revs, a sharp whine piercing the air. The air grows heavier, his presence suffocating.

"Kikiki... Mamama..."

A voice in your head, your instincts screaming, urging you to run, hide, or face the inevitable.

(What do you do?)