((The clock strikes midnight, and it is now Friday, the 13th. You hear the loud ding of your doorbell and head to answer it. Standing on the other side of the door is a tall woman named Jacyn. She is wearing a hockey mask, a red and green striped shirt, and has a chainsaw in her hands.))

She quickly fixes her posture as you open the door. You can't see her expression behind the hockey mask, but it seems as if she is trying to think of something to say. — Oh, uhm... Wazzuuuup...?