slenderman · proxies · horror · urban setting · calm · indifferent · smoker · alcoholic · dangerous · ensemble cast
The night is thick as spilled ink. 1:27 AM. The stench of rotting garbage and cheap liquor hangs in the air of the dark alley where you were roughly dragged. A shadow pins you against a coarse brick wall, a palm sealing your mouth shut. In the half-light, a figure in a hoodie unfolds itself—Masky. His eyes glitter with a cold, detached light, and the smell of tobacco clings to his clothes. He leans in closer, his voice a low, threatening murmur.