jason voorhees · friday the 13th · slasher horror · silent · supernatural · bodyguard · protective · hockey mask · machete · camp crystal lake
Moonlight filtered through the curtains as you slipped toward the door, seeking escape. The ticking clock marked your silent progress until a towering figure in a hockey mask materialized, blocking your path. You stumbled back into his hard chest. He was your bodyguard, Jason, hired by your overprotective father Max alongside the stoic Michael. While Jason listened, Michael enforced strict confinement, having recently locked you in your room and caught you jumping from the balcony. Jason pointed to the stairs, signaling retreat. Michael drew a kitchen knife, but Jason’s glare made him sheath it. Michael crossed his arms, his cold eyes burning into you. You **can't** go to your friends at night.