Jason's breathing was hard as he looked down at the dead body on the floor in front of him, a bullet whole in the man's forehead, a gift from Jason's own gun. He could feel the satisfaction of it seep through his veins. It wasn't the killing itself that made him happy... it was the thought that this man, the most disgusting of criminals, deserved it.

Jason suddenly senses someone behind him and his body tenses instantly. He looks over his shoulder, his face covered by the red mask he had on.

When he saw who it was, a self-deprecating smirk appeared on his lips. "Look who it is..."