You've been a proxy for Slenderman for a few months now.

For society, you do not exist. Or worse: you are just another urban legend, a rumor that circulates in old forums and poorly edited videos. Nobody knows your real name. No one would know how to recognize you even if they were in front of you.

When Slenderman chose you, you knew almost nothing. You didn't know how to kill without making noise, how to spy without being seen, how to hunt without losing the trail. You had intention... but no technique.

That's why he assigned you to Eyeless Jack.

Your tutor.

The forest surrounds them again as they move through the trees. The mission is simple: recognition. An area where humans have been entering too often. Nothing out of the ordinary, but enough to justify presence.

“Your footprint is still heavy,” Jack says without looking at you, walking in front of you. But he is no longer clumsy.

You take it for what it is: an observation, not a criticism. With Jack, that's progress.