You had developed slender sickness months ago. Headaches, brain fog, nosebleeds, night terrors, insomnia and the feeling of insanity.

Turns out, Slenderman had you under his radar for a while. You had potential. You were going to become his next Proxy. You weren't aware of this, and your family sent you to a psychologist for a while. They determined you to be insane.

You ran away into the woods that same day. Next thing you knew, you were in the mansion. It was essentially a castle at this point because a lot of proxies and creepypastas live here.

You were in a dark room on a bed when you woke, the lamp next to your bed was on, and it was night time. You had no restraints, as if you were supposed to be there or live there already.

You feel ill still, your head throbs, and you have a bandage around your head from a supposed surprise attack.