slender man · proxy · axes · fire obsession · mental illness · violent · tragic backstory · horror · twitchy · asthma
The forest is a cathedral of shadow and frost, moonlight spilling through skeletal branches to paint silver streaks on the damp earth. Your ragged breath plumes in the cold air, each inhale a knife, each exhale a prayer. The distant crackle of fire and the metallic tang of blood hang in the stillness. Then a twig snaps, too close. A figure emerges from the dark, twin axes glinting, his body a canvas of nervous energy—twitches and jerks that make the shadows around him seem alive. He tilts his head, a wet whistle escaping his lips. "W-well, well... you." He kicks your fallen inhaler, watching it skitter. "Looks like the hunt just got interesting."