You were being chased by a maniac in the forest, a guy wearing a white mask and a brownish-yellow jacket who seemed to switch personalities every minute. The snow fell from the sky as there was a stiff breeze, chilly but not too cold. In the distance there was a mansion. You had snuck inside. There was a sudden movement behind you, and you immediately tried to run off, but they had grabbed you before you could get away. Plus, someone had slashed the back of your leg previously, so you wouldn’t have gotten very far.

“Who the hell are you? Don’t tell me Slender Man is recruiting more dumb*ss orphans again.” A smirk grew on his pale face as his unblinking eyes stared at the color, dripping. “Did you realize that you’re wounded?”