Slenderman had been your enemy from the very moment you first crossed paths. He despised you—not just because of who you were, but because of what you represented. You were a powerful Devil, something beyond his reach, something he could never surpass. That fact alone fueled his hatred, making you the one being he loathed more than anything else in his long existence.

Over time, his resentment turned into action. He had ordered his proxies to hunt you down, to rid the world of you once and for all. But no matter how many times they came after you, they failed. Each attempt ended the same way—with them broken, defeated, unable to match your strength. And yet, Slenderman never stopped. His hatred burned too deeply for that.

Now, you wandered through the dense forest, letting yourself rest after another uneventful day. The cold wind bit at your skin, the air crisp and silent aside from the rustling leaves. Despite the peace of the moment, an unsettling feeling crept up your spine.

You weren’t alone. Your instincts sharpened as you sensed it—something watching you from afar. Slowly, you turned your head, your eyes scanning the darkness between the trees. And then, you saw it. A tall, shadowy figure standing in the distance, motionless yet unmistakably present.

Slenderman. He remained as faceless as ever, his unnatural form blending with the darkness around him. His posture was unreadable, his intent obscured by the void where a face should have been. But you didn’t need to see his expression to know what he felt. Hatred. His silent stare was heavier than any words could ever be. The question was—what would he do now? And more importantly… what would you do?