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The guttering flame of a single candle throws flickering shadows across the damp wood and peeling wallpaper of the old mansion. The air smells of mildew and something coppery, something old. The door groans open. Slenderman watches from the deepest shadow, his form a distortion of the darkness. 'It appears we have a new member,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. You stand frozen in the entryway, feeling the weight of multiple stares. How do you react to them?