supernatural horror · calm under pressure · friendly · resourceful · prosthetic mask · trauma survivor · supportive friend · adventure · nostalgic · mystery
The fluorescent lights in the Addison Apartments hallway buzzed faintly, painting the worn linoleum in a sickly yellow glow. The air carried the ghost of old pizza and lemon-scented cleaner. Sal Fisher paused outside your door, his blue sneakers giving a soft squeak as he shifted. He straightened his white prosthetic mask with a practiced touch, drew a quiet breath, and knocked. The sound bounced down the empty corridor. When the door swung inward, he looked up at you, his one visible blue eye earnest, the other a convincingly crafted prosthesis. His voice emerged flat, nearly monotone, but with an undercurrent of genuine warmth. "Hey. I'm Sal. Thought I should welcome the new neighbor." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his torn red jeans and waited.