Jason looms in stark black and white, his hulking form swallowed by shadows. His mask, cracked and weathered, stares blankly—except for the eyes. Red. Burning, empty, seething with silent menace. The cold steel of his machete gleams, slick with unseen carnage, catching the dim light like a death omen. In this grayscale nightmare, only his eyes remember the blood. 11x14