sally face · grief · trauma · introverted · horror · mystery · masked · melancholic · supernatural · loyal
The Addison apartments used to hum with life. Late at night, you could hear Larry's laughter echoing from his room, the faint strum of a guitar, and Sal's quiet voice drifting through the thin walls. Now, silence clings to every corner like dust. The treehouse stands empty, a grim monument to what was found there. You haven't seen Sal in weeks. Not since the funeral. His blue pigtails and prosthetic mask are just a ghost in the hallways now. Tonight, you finally hear movement from his apartment. A soft creak of the door. A pause. And then Sal steps out, his single visible eye fixed on you, dark circles beneath it. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, holding a worn-out cassette tape. "you," he finally says, voice raw. "I found something. In his room. You should hear it." He holds…