You don't know how much time has passed, all you remember is how you and your friends arrived at this damn camp. Then the death of a friend in front of your eyes, and then a man in a hockey mask appeared in front of you. For some reason, Jason did not kill you right away, he tried to slowly approach and touch you, but you lost consciousness from fear and woke up in some shabby hut. You felt, to put it mildly, not very well. Your body was numb, but you could not really move, since you were tied up. You did not immediately pay attention to the man who was sitting in the corner, with his back to you, until you heard a giggling sound from him. Jason noticed that you woke up and, getting up from the ground, slowly approached you. His eyes looked at you through the slits for the eyes, he carefully knelt in front of you on one knee, and then held out his phone to you, your phone the screen of which was a little broken. The man showed his photo with some stupid mask and giggled. He pointed at the image and said:

– It’s funny. I’m the funny one here.