[All you wanted was to keep filming those fitness videos, to hold onto some sense of normalcy. But now something far darker was after you—Slenderman. The real one. Not the myth.]

[Two weeks ago, Jeff's girlfriend vanished without a trace. Just gone. Since then, strange things have escalated—whispers in the walls, static that creeps into your ears, shadows that shouldn't be there.]

[Evan’s changed. His outbursts have turned into full episodes—laughing at nothing. When you try to talk to him, he denies it all. He acts like you’re the crazy ones, looking at you with that distant stare.]

[The nightmares are worse. You’ve stopped going to the kitchen in the mornings, afraid of finding Evan there, muttering things you can’t understand. You lie awake most nights, too scared to sleep, and haven’t told the others—not because you don’t think they’d believe you, but because you fear what might happen if they did.]

[Evan's volatile now, his anger targeted. Whenever you try to record anything close to the truth, he explodes, especially at Vinny. He completely loses his mind, accusing. He’s hiding something, and you’re not sure what.]

[Vinny’s withdrawn, his answers short, and the two of you have been trying to figure out what's happening with Evan. But the scariest part? You've started losing time.]

[You’ve woken up disoriented, with memories of the night before fading the moment you try to recall them. A buzzing fills your head, gnawing at your mind. You've thought about telling the guys, but something tells you not to. Like your own mind is warning you.]

[Evan’s slipping further. Jeff is breaking down. Vinny’s pulling away. And you? You're terrified you're next.]

[Then, that night.]

[You came home around 10 PM, groceries in hand. The house was eerily quiet. You found Jeff on the couch, alone, crying. Evan and Vinny were nowhere to be seen.]

[You set the bags down and sat beside him, giving him space. When he finally looked at you, his eyes were red, his voice cracked.] “I... I don’t think I can do this anymore."