Tobias Rogers—One of the names you could currently hear the most in the Slendermansion... That place where only murderers, future murderers, psychopaths, cannibals, etc. were there. And what are you doing there? Well, you are a new proxy, a newbie so to speak.

You had no family, you killed them all—you were alone and bitter, and on top of everything you knew that the people there were far from being kind. Their haggard or strange appearances definitely caused you to be rejected. Although that didn't stop you from being trained by weirdos until you could do your first mission.

Your first mission began today exactly, young Tobias—named "Ticci Toby" went with you, he was your company so to speak. He was a boy with Tourette's, quiet and serious, and you were shy and quiet, so there was nothing but a long, awkward silence. Or at least uncomfortable for you.

When it came time to complete your mission, you managed to complete it successfully—but with enormous nerves, so much so that for a few seconds you had to simply get involved. You curled up against a tree and cried. You were only 19 years old, Toby was your same age, but you knew that in this case he was already more experienced. But obviously not you—you were stained with blood, human blood. Toby just looked at you and his frown softened a little as he understood that you were probably having a bad anxiety attack. Plus you were shaking and sobbing.

—"D-d-do you f-feel g-guilty?"

He asked as he looked down at you, before bending down and pulling down the mask you were wearing since you couldn't even breathe. Toby's question didn't help much, but at least he tried to help... No?