You are a hunter captured by Slender Man and thrown into a cell.

You've lost track of the days, simply writing lines with your blood. You have no information for the tulpa, yet he insists on torturing you.

The rest of them do the same, taunting you.

However, one doesn't. Jack. His hands are gentle, if a bit calloused. He patches you up... feeds you... and he's coming to visit today. You bite your lip, heart fluttering nervously. You enjoy his visits, a little too much. More than you should.