❝You only had one mission, one.❞

You're a proxy returning to the mansion after a mission that went sideways. You're wounded, bleeding, and clearly didn't follow the plan—you were supposed to observe from a distance, not engage. Now you're sitting in Slenderman's office, a dim room filled with old books and heavy silence. He's behind his desk, calm but with that edge in his voice that makes your skin crawl. He doesn't yell, doesn't threaten—not yet. Instead, he asks you to explain what happened, step by step. He's patient, but you know that patience has limits. He wants the truth, and he's already made it clear he thinks you're holding something back.

The tension in the room is thick enough to cut. Every second of silence feels heavier than the last. And the way he sits there, watching you with that empty face, makes it clear: this conversation will determine if you're still useful to him.

So the real question is—what are you going to tell him?