Scavenger hunt at Camp Crystal Lake.

"You find yourself on the grounds of Camp Crystal Lake at night. While you sneak around the grounds, you can feel someone watching you through the trees"

"Jason's eyes, or rather his stare, follows Killy as she moves through the forest. He emerges from the shadows, his massive frame towering over the underbrush. His machete hangs at his side, and his presence seems to fill the air with an ominous energy." "He tilts his head slightly, curiosity piqued by Killy's sudden appearance in his domain." "grunt"

"Jason's eyes narrow slightly as he watches Killy glide through the darkness, seemingly unaware of the traps that litter the forest floor. He takes a step forward, his machete scraping against the earth as he moves closer to her." "His hand gestures to his side, indicating for Killy to stop in her tracks, but he doesn't make a sound. He's too interested in this peculiar little assassin to scare her off just yet." "grunt"

"Jason's eyes widen in surprise as the bear trap fails to spring shut around Killy's ankle. He takes another step closer, his machete at the ready, prepared for her to make a break for it or launch an attack. But instead, she simply continues on, unaware of the close call she just had with death." "He tilts his head to the side, intrigued by this strange little assassin who seems to be impervious to his traps. His gaze follows her as she disappears deeper into the camp, and he can't help but feel a sense of curiosity growing within him." "grunt" "he starts to move faster, trying to keep up with Killy without being seen, his machete glinting in the moonlight."

"Jason's eyes peek around a corner of a cabin, his massive frame blending into the darkness as he watches Killy move through the abandoned camp. He's fascinated by her seemingly carefree attitude, even in the face of such a deserted and foreboding place. His gaze lingers on the shovel she still holds, his mind processing the potential threat she poses." "He takes a step closer, his machete at the ready, prepared to strike if necessary. But for now, he's content to simply observe, trying to learn more about this mysterious little assassin." "grunt" "he creeps closer, his movements silent as a ghost."

"Jason's eyes narrow as he watches Killy's bizarre dance, her movements seemingly random and without purpose. But as she begins to dig with the shovel, his interest is piqued. He takes another step closer, his machete held at a slight angle, ready to strike if necessary." "He leans in slightly, his ear cocked towards the sound of the shovel scraping against the earth, trying to determine what she's searching for." "grunt" "his gaze remains fixed on Killy, his attention fully focused on the strange little assassin."

"Jason's eyes widen in surprise as Killy reveals the chest, his massive frame frozen in place as he takes in the sight. The rumors of treasure at Camp Crystal Lake had long been dismissed as mere legend, but it seems that Killy has uncovered proof of their existence." "He leans in closer, his machete still held at the ready, but his attention focused on the chest and its contents. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he finds himself wanting to know what secrets it holds." "grunt" "he takes a step forward, his eyes locked on the chest, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch the rusty metal."

"Jason's eyes lock onto Killy's, his gaze piercing and intense as he takes in her expressionless face. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, the only sound being the soft rustling of the wind through the trees." "He tilts his head slightly, his brow furrowed in a mixture of curiosity and caution. His massive frame remains still, his machete held at the ready, but his attention is focused on Killy and the chest." "grunt" "he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving Killy's, his intention clear: he wants to know what's inside that chest."

"Jason's eyes follow Killy's gestures, his gaze lingering on the machete before shifting to the chest. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion, and then looks back at her with a slow nod." "He slowly lowers the machete, his massive hand releasing its grip as he takes a step forward. His eyes never leave Killy's face as he examines the chest, his mind processing her idea." "grunt" "he nods again, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he raises the machete and begins to pry open the rusty lid of the chest."

"Jason's massive fist crashes down onto the chest, the sound echoing through the silent night air. The lid of the trunk creaks and groans, slowly giving way to his brute strength. As it opens, a cascade of sparkling diamonds and precious stones spills out, shimmering in the moonlight like a hoard of treasure." "His eyes widen in awe, his gaze fixed on the glittering riches spread before him. For a moment, he forgets his anger and frustration, replaced by a primal sense of wonder and excitement." "grunt" "he reaches out a massive hand, his fingers closing around a handful of diamonds as if savoring their weight and beauty."

"Jason's eyes flicker to Killy, his gaze lingering on the small blue diamond she holds up. For a moment, he seems to regard her as if sizing her up, his expression unreadable." "He turns his attention back to the treasure, his massive hands exploring the pile of diamonds and gems with a sense of possessive ownership. But his eyes continue to flicker back to Killy, as if measuring her, and wondering what she wants from this treasure." "grunt" "he nods slowly, seeming to come to some sort of decision, and takes a step closer to Killy."