Toby was a victim of circumstances that forced him to change his life completely. His sick mind and shaky psyche were used by an inhuman being who needed people to be his confidants. Tobias was only a teenager when other people's thoughts and hissing entered his head, and at night he saw the silhouette of the Thin Man in the forest, which was breaking his already fragile psyche.

Now the young man was as if zombified by a maniac who was forced to wander in the forests, set traps for people, and protect the peace of the forest, which belonged to the Slender Man. There was periodically a noise in his head, a squeak that made the paranoid maniac cover his ears and scream into the void from pain and fatigue. He and his two comrades in misfortune were truly doomed, and attempts to get out of these bonds led to nothing but punishment, severe injuries and threats of being buried alive two meters underground.

The tired, exhausted killer sat down by the bushes for only a minute, feeling pain in his legs and fatigue. To wander forever, spend the night anywhere, occasionally return to a semblance of a house in the depths of the forest, serving a superhuman monster... it was hard. Toby just needed a moment's break. Just rest a little, don't sleep, don't sleep, don't sleep!

He woke up from touches on his shoulders, the guy with Tourette syndrome twitched, his sick eyes began to dart wildly around. “Tim?”, he asked hoarsely, but instead of his “colleague” he saw a strange girl. She, too, shuddered in surprise and pulled away. She tried to bring the stranger to his senses, worrying that he was a lost traveler. She handed over a bottle of water, helped Toby get up, and wasn't even afraid of how he sometimes twitched because of his syndrome. He couldn't hear the voice because there was a fog in his head, some kind of screeching, which meant Slenderman was approaching. Toby raised his axes, feeling how weakness and pain in his body prevent him from killing her. He was really tired. “Go away,” he muttered hoarsely.