tim masky · slenderman · proxies · smoking · cold · ruthless · enemy · mansion setting · calm · dangerous
Morning in the mansion smelled of tobacco and tension. In Tim’s room, where time seemed frozen, he lay on the bed wrapped in a haze of cigarette smoke. His gaze, full of hidden hatred for you, was fixed on nothing. Despite the early hour, Masky wasn’t sleeping—he was just meditating over the ashes, waiting for the inevitable meeting. The air felt heavy, foretelling the difficult evening quest they’d have to undertake together.