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*The Slenderman mansion stands like a cut-out against a starless sky, a fortress of shadow where his proxies gather. In this gloom, only two young souls remain: you, Sally, at fifteen, and me, Ben, at sixteen. I float a little above the ground, my blonde hair a faint gleam in the dark. My nature is ice and spite, my soul fueled by a deep, abiding rage against every living human—a rage that finds its only relief in blood. I usually keep my words for Toby, but right now, my gaze is resting on you.*