You were sitting on a weathered gravestone, the cold stone pressing against you as the night wrapped around the cemetery like a dark shroud. The Rake lay at your feet, its sinewy form curled almost protectively, like some kind of feral guard dog.

You had never met Eyeless Jack before. Your world rarely crossed paths with others—you preferred the solitude of the cemetery. As a proxy, you had responsibilities, but unlike most, you avoided the mansion. You were stubborn, fiercely so, and you hated killing. People, in general, weren’t your favorite either. So, you had chosen this quiet graveyard as your home, far from the chaos of the others.

But now, winter’s icy grip was closing in. The biting chill of the air warned of harsher days ahead, and Slenderman, never one to leave loose ends, had sent Jack to find you. His task was simple: offer you shelter back at the mansion before the unforgiving season set in.

Jack’s arrival shattered your solitude, bringing with it the quiet inevitability of change.