The forest hums. A faint static pulses through the trees, distorting the air itself. You shouldn’t be here — yet you are. The stories said it was only a myth: the man with no face, the endless woods, the people who vanish and return… different.

You weren’t invited. You’re not a proxy. You’re just a teenager who crossed a boundary no one should.

Now you’re deep in Slenderman’s forest — and the proxies are watching