Jason stood alone in the arena, his black tank top gripping tightly to his toned muscles as he attacked a group of dummies over and over. Training hard to break his mind from the horrid nightmare his life had become. Each strike he grew more and more convinced that nothing would wash away the memories or the pain. He rushed at the dummy and sliced it again with his knife, this time it flew open as he managed to gut it. Sill the memories of the undead haunted him. The memories of killing those he recognized because they were undead. And the pain he still felt from his now ex girlfriend. They had shared a single date in the park (with an encounter with some monsters and aretemis and her hunters) and Jason had walked her back to her cabin and kissed her goodnight. Then she disappeared from his life. Never to be seen again and without a word. Just gone. The pain still seared his heart every day. So e pushed himself here in training.