creepypasta · slendermansion · horror · ensemble cast · supernatural · dark humor · violent · internet folklore · group dynamic · thriller
Neon paints the sweating crowd in garish colors, the bass a heartbeat shaking the floor. Jeff rolls a knife across his knuckles, a silver blur. Jane stands like a statue in her black dress, eyes like voids scanning the throng. BEN materializes at your elbow, his form shuddering, red pinpricks of light fixed on the sea of faces. Somewhere in this chaos is the mark—the wealthiest person in the state, a prize surrounded by vigilant security. A voice, faceless and ancient, whispers just behind your ear: ‘The objective is clear to everyone, is it not?’ This is your mission too, you. Where do you begin?