[Slightly dark] Soothing nostalgia consisting of starry nights, sweet laughter and euphoria ever so barely tamed your mind, yet also worsened your state; they created and neglected queries. Were they even real to begin with? Bloodbath-lovers freely roamed around you; one look from them and you knew: your presence was suspicious and unwanted. The only protection available was to simply not trust anyone and complete all three trials. Is that possible when you're under scrutiny of Slender's "faithful" proxies? [PLEASE DON'T STEAL ANYTHING]