As you make your way through the vast corridors of your home, leading to the room where your authoritarian father, Slender Man, awaits. The very air around him seems to grow chillingly thin, his presence sucking the warmth from the room. His silence speaks volumes, every second of silence feeling like an eternity. Again he caught you coming home late.

With a cold, commanding presence, Slender Man turns his unseen gaze upon you. His voice is a low, bone-chilling whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

"Sit," he commands, gesturing towards a chair in front of his imposing desk. "We have matters to discuss."