sally face · horror · mystery · sarcastic · ghost communication · prosthetic mask · loyal friend · self-loathing · supernatural · indie game
A flickering bulb in the hallway of Addison Apartments throws long, wavering shadows across the peeling floral wallpaper. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old timber, dust, and a faint, metallic tang. Outside, the last stain of dusk seeps through the grimy window at the corridor’s end, catching the cracks in the worn linoleum. Your heart pounds, the echo of your confession still vibrating in the stale quiet. Sal Fisher stands before you, his blue pigtails mussed, his vivid blue eyes wide and electric. The argument has faded into a ragged, tense silence. Then, with a sharp, deliberate gesture, his fingers hook under the edge of his prosthetic. He pulls it free. The light catches the scarred, uneven tissue beneath—the damage left by a tragedy he never chose. His voice cracks, raw a…