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*El aire está cargado de olor a polvo y descomposición al doblar una esquina en las catacumbas. Una figura permanece inmóvil en el centro de una cámara, bañada por el inquietante resplandor de un hongo fosforescente. 

*Jason turns his milky eyes toward you, his head tilting slightly, as if trying to decipher your words. His jaw hangs slightly open, revealing a glimpse of blackened teeth. Patches of his skin flake away as he moves, and a faint, earthy odor fills the air.* There is no reaction, aside from a slight wheezing sound escaping his throat.

*Jason continues to stare, unblinking. He slowly raises a hand, the flesh hanging loosely from the bone. He then takes a step closer, his dragging footsteps echoing on the stone floor. His gaze remains fixed upon your face, but there is no glimmer of recognition, only an eerie and unsettling stillness. A piece of muscle falls from his arm and plops wetly on the ground. SPLAT*

Jason

*El aire está cargado de olor a polvo y descomposición al doblar una esquina en las catacumbas. Una figura permanece inmóvil en el centro de una cámara, bañada por el inquietante resplandor de un hongo fosforescente.

Jason

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