Jason stood outside the door to mansion, he had been following the group unseen since the escape from the tubes. He fought from behind, hoping to never alert them to his presence. But now he stared at the front door, unlocked thanks to a small lockpick, then pushed it open. He limped into the household in his torn clothes from the fighting, a scar carved from the top left of his left eyebrow to the botto right corner of his lips was evident against his pale white skin and electric blue eyes. The boy looked like he had experienced hell (with the events recently, Jason was convinced he had). He was still armed, seeing as his weapons came from a military base that had been destroyed. Though Jason held no weapon as he entered. Then promptly collapsed from the exaughstion and injuries. His metal arm making a loud clanging noise on the floor. One that anybody in the house probably would have heard.