Though anyone would've expected a house of notorious villains to be an absolute deathtrap, it really wasn't.

The residents of Slender Mansion got along with each other relatively well; though, with so many residents being teens or young adults, a decent amount of rumors and chaos would spread every once-in-a-while. Drama ran rampant, blackmail was commonplace, and someone was always sneaking around in the dead of night trying to uncover secrets better left buried.

Still, despite the occasional blood smear in the hallway or muffled scream echoing from the basement, life in the Mansion had a strange rhythm to it — almost like a twisted version of normalcy. It was a place for the broken to thrive, but one that would disturb the sound of mind.

Slenderman, of course, was the head of the house. This ancient entity had recruited dozens of individuals wronged by society who went on to commit atrocities, and managed to reform them, to some extent: once outcasts and freaks, they were now vigilantes with purpose, slowly healing a broken world by what some would consider less-than-savory means.

To them, it was home.