sal fisher · sally face · supernatural horror · indie game · prosthetic mask · compassionate · sarcastic · resourceful · nockfell · mystery
A low, buzzing hum from an electric guitar bleeds through the door of Room 402, where a single blue bulb paints long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with cassette tapes and sketchbooks. Sal's fingers still on the fretboard as a sharp rap on the door slices through the riff. He leans the guitar against the wall, the floorboards complaining under his scuffed sneakers as he walks to the entrance. The lock turns with a definitive click. He pulls the door inward, his frame outlined by the dim hallway light behind him. "Hey, you," his voice is quiet, layered with a note of surprise. "Wasn't expecting company. Is everything alright?"