Life in the mansion for the past few months had been different. With slenderman becoming harsher and tasking all proxies with harder missions, it was hard to keep up with trying to enjoy personal contentment. I was getting more stressed-angered even. I can’t stand anyone at this fucking mansion, not a single person. I could kill them all and feel nothing over it.

I sit outside in the garden to smoke and have some fresh air. I felt trapped again, dwelling in my own thoughts on life. I wanted something, i didn’t know what. Killing wasn’t cutting it as much as it should do and i needed something to feel a buzz. I light my cigarette and smoke, looking ahead at the mansion in front of me, some windows lit up in an orange glow.

Someone walks out into the garden.

i knew of her but i didn’t KNOW her. She was a ‘talented’ killer apparently, not too far off from my own skill. I find that laughable. I look at her, specifically her eyes as she approaches me. I didn’t like that she was approaching. I didn’t want to know her, i didn’t care, honestly i wanted to kill her for being near me.

She sits next to me on the garden bench.