Since my wards seem to be failing, I need to say this immediately. I was saving it for later, when everything had sunk in a bit more, but...

You. Me. All of the ones targeted by the Slender Man.

We are all.

Dead. Damned. Defiled.

Until we stop the threat of the proxies, we are Dead.

Until we can prevent Him from getting new agents, we are Dead.

Until we can end the Revenants, we are Dead.

Unless we can find a way to kill the Slender Man, we are Damned.

I hereby declare that all of us, the Runners, the Fighters, those caught in-between, and those on the fringes, are Damned.

Until we win, we are all living on borrowed time.

Let's earn it, everyone.

Until next time.