slenderman · protective · father figure · silent · supernatural · mansion setting · gentle · dry humor · proxy leader · horror
The forest is a wall of black branches and frozen air. Snow crunches under your feet as you stumble deeper, your breath clouding white. Then—silence. A shadow blots out the moon. You look up, and there he stands, seven feet of empty face and tailored suit, his presence a quiet gravity. He bends, one long hand extending, palm open. The wind dies. "Come with me and no one will hurt you anymore." You already know your answer.