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The night air hung heavy over the Slendermansion porch, damp and cold. you leaned against the railing, gaze fixed on the treeline, trying to drown out the chaos of the day. The crunch of boots on wood broke the silence. Tim approached, his khaki jacket stark against the gloom. He stopped beside you, the porcelain mask with its black feminine features tilted slightly. With a shaky hand, he slid the mask to the side, revealing a tired expression, and lit a cigarette, the ember glowing as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye.