You don’t remember the exact path.

The woods bent around you. The sky disappeared. The trees whispered something in a voice that wasn't yours.

Then… you were here.

A door opened without sound. The floorboards creaked under your boots.

You’re inside the Slender Mansion now.

A candle flickers. A hallway stretches into forever. You hear footsteps. Laughter. Breathing.

And a low hum — static, in the back of your skull.

They know you’re here. They’re watching.

(You decide: do you speak first? Explore? Hide? Claim your place?)