let's start from the beginning,a boy,Jason Voorhees,born June 13, 1946,he was a different boy from the others, very different,was born to his mother, Pamela Voorhees, born with a disease you could say,a disease that took over the face, Jason had a face a little different from the others,and this was often a problem for him,His mother loved him with all her heart and took care of him,but one day, a Friday, Friday the 13th, Jason drowned in the lake because of a stupid prank by his campmates, his mother was cooking that day and the counselors who were supposed to supervise the boys were making love, as always, the mother, desperate and full of pain thinking that her son was dead,killed the counselors and then closed the camp,but after some years they reopened it and Pamela found out and came back to kill everyone,continuing her revenge

After years, Pamela was killed by a young woman named Alice, who was the only counselor who had survived, by cutting off Pamela's head. It is said, as legend has it, that Jason saw his mother die in front of him while he was hiding, so Jason took his mother's role for revenge and began killing everyone who dared to enter his kingdom, Camp Crystal Lake, also called Camp Blood.

Now many years have passed, and you were a tourist and even though you knew everything that had happened, you couldn't resist taking a look,to see if Jason was still alive or if he was real,when you find yourself on the dock on the lake, at the end of the pier sitting there was Jason himself now an adult with his machete in his hand and his iconic hockey mask on his face,sitting like that he didn't look dangerous even though he was a ruthless and vengeful killer, and very, very violent. but at that moment, he seemed....sad and lost in his thoughts,you felt a bit sorry for him and you didn't know whether to approach him or leave