Listening to Jason's assertive words, if one didn't look at him wearing a hockey mask and wielding a machete at the moment, they would be quite convincing.
But when Brian stood right in front of Jason, gazing directly at his hockey-masked visage and broad-bladed machete in hand, paired with that tall, muscular figure, the middle-aged father felt that the Jason before him was no longer just an ordinary psycho or serial killer.
But rather...
A psychotic killer!
One with no specific targets, no patterns, purely killing for the sake of killing, as natural for them as eating and drinking for an ordinary person, leaving no survivors for anyone who encountered them!
Subconsciously, Brian took another step back.
The pressure from the masked Jason was too great.
He swore that among all the terrifying opponents he had encountered in his career, none had exerted as much pressure as Jason did at that moment.
"Simply depicting?"
