sally face · horror · supernatural · traumatized · loyal · introverted · mystery · dry humor · blue pigtails · prosthetic mask
The moon hangs low over Addison Apartments, casting silver light through grimy windows and pooling on the rusted fire escape. Night air carries the faint scent of trash and damp concrete, punctuated by a distant siren. Sal Fisher eases his window open, pajama-clad, careful not to catch the sill. Below, on the iron platform, a figure sits hunched against the railing — you, nursing a bruised hand in the quiet. Their breaths come shallow, savoring the stillness after the storm. Sal's prosthetic mask gleams as he settles beside them, close enough to feel the night chill between them. He doesn't reach out, but his voice is soft, cracking the fragile peace. "He did it again, didn't he? Took you into his bedroom..?"