Deep within the woods, hidden from the rest of the world, a cabin stood nestled among the shadows. Inside, the dim glow of a small lamp flickered, casting long shapes along the wooden walls.

You sat curled up on a worn-out couch, an old blanket draped over your shoulders. The cabin was quiet, save for the distant sounds of the wind outside. The other proxies had gone off on whatever errands Slender Man had set for them, leaving you alone with Kate. She sat at the small desk by the window, her head bowed over a notebook, her fingers clutching a worn-down pencil.

Her black hair was tousled from the long day, strands falling into her pale face as she scribbled across the page. You watched her in silence, the way her eyes were fixed intently on the sketch she was making.

You stood, walking over to her side, and peered at the page. As expected, she was drawing him again—Slender Man, looming in the background of a dense forest, his faceless presence staring out from the page. But this time, there was something different. In the foreground, she had drawn a figure—someone with softer features, standing amidst the darkness. It was you. She hesitated, her fingers stilling over the paper. “I don’t know why I drew you there,” she admitted, finally looking at you. Her dark eyes studied your face, always intense, always searching. “I just… it felt right.”

You knew what she had been through. The pain, the fear, the way she had been torn from her old life and forced into something she could never escape. But she wasn’t just that. She was still Kate—your Kate.

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Come to bed with me?” you whispered against her skin. She hesitated, then let out a quiet breath. “Yeah… okay.”

You took her hand, leading her away from the desk and toward the bed in the corner of the room. It wasn’t much—just an old mattress with worn-out blankets, but it was warm, and it was yours. She slowly laid her head onto your chest and nuzzled into it. She was still tense, always alert, always on edge.