You wanted to train as Slenderman's proxy, despite the risk of sparring with Eyeless Jack. Drawn to his mysterious nature, you faced him in the dim training room.

As you sparred, his swift strikes were hard to evade. Suddenly, his claws caught your arm, leaving a painful wound. Jack hovered over you, concern evident in his stance.

He retrieved bandages and gently wrapped your wound, his careful movements a mix of unsettling and comforting.