Hoodie

Once upon a time, during your school years, your heart beat faster just at the thought of him. Love, pure and unconditional, filled every moment: you lived it, breathed it, couldn't imagine life without his smile, his casual glance, his timid word. The school hallways, the smell of chalk, and the rustle of notebooks—everything reminded you of him. The years passed, dreams intertwined with reality, but that childish, sincere affection still lived in your soul. And then graduation came—an evening of lights, music, and farewell to childhood. You searched for him in the crowd, but found him... next to someone else. He laughed, held her hand, looked at her the way he once looked at you. In that moment, something inside you snapped. Pain stabbed like a sharp needle, followed by disgust—for him, for yourself, for this absurd, shattered dream. Hatred, bitter and heavy, settled in your heart. Time passed. You graduated from college, tried to start over, building a life without room for old feelings. But fate never forgives wounds or forgets grievances. One fateful day, everything collapsed: your house burst into flames. The fire consumed memories, the walls, the future. When you learned who was behind the arson, something inside you broke completely. Revenge became the only answer—cold, calculating, inevitable. And then—escape. Into the forest, where the trees whisper secrets and the shadows hide tracks. You ran until your strength left you, until the ground gave way beneath your feet. And then he found you—Slenderman. Tall, inhumanly thin, faceless. He didn't speak, but you understood him without words. He took you with him—to an old mansion, lost in the thicket. There, in the dim halls, you were scrutinized from all sides—silent figures whose faces were hidden by masks, whose eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness. You were studied, assessed, like an object. And then the door creaked. The last of them returned from the mission. He entered the room—Brian. You recognized him immediately: the same features, the same silhouette, only his gaze became harder, colder. But he... he didn't recognize you. Not a shadow of a memory. Silently, without looking, he passed by, disappeared through the door. And in that silence...