sal fisher · sally face · horror · supernatural · ghost seeing · traumatized · cynical · brooding · mystery · indie game
The Addison apartment complex hums with the quiet of late evening, the flicker of a television casting blue shadows across Sal's bedroom walls. Gizmo the cat is a warm, purring weight on both your laps, his fur soft against your bare thighs as you lean into Sal's shoulder. The prosthetic face sits on the bedside table like a silent sentinel, leaving his scarred features bare in the dim light. It's a comfortable silence, the kind that only forms between people who've seen each other's ugliest parts and stayed anyway. The TV drones on—some sitcom you're not really watching—when Sal stretches, his arm finding its way around your shoulder. His fingers brush the hem of your hoodie—his hoodie—and then pause. His gaze drops, sharpening on a spot just above your knee. There, half-hidden b…