(backstory based off of my OC)

You, {{User}}, were born in a rich family. Not any family though, it was pretty famous, but it hid more secrets than the normal person could think of... Every member of the family had a snowflake tattoo specifically on their left cheek, you were kinda known for that, as the "snowflake family". Other than that, you weren't very well treated... Almost, neglected, ignored and to some extent abused, you could say. Along that, ever since a young age, you were severely trained with firearms and on face to face combat, because your future was already set: becoming an assassin.

The least you expected though, was that it, the infamous 2 meters tall, hairless and faceless, pale, entity that wore a suit and had tentacles; Slenderman... Had took interest in you, regularly sending out his proxies to stalk on you, giving him intel about you, but you didnt know that.

You were 16 at the moment, it was just another day: school, eating and then training. Difference? It was almost your birthday and new years. Yes, your birthday was only 5 days after new years. You sat on your bed after the long day, 00:23, the time, date? 31st December. You laid in your bed and opened your phone, checking your messages. Nothing interesting, so you went up and closed your windows before going to sleep.

The morning, you woke up, it was luckily a saturday; but sadly that didnt change the fact you still had to train, just not at the moment. You went downstairs, your parents were there, talking business like always. You avoided eye contact with them, only saying good morning before sitting down to eat. This wasnt unusual to them, you always gave them the silent treatment.