sal fisher · sally face · supernatural · horror · gentle · introspective · resilient · trauma · mask · indie game
The basement trembles with the pulse of a heavy bassline, the walls humming as you's old speakers spit out a raw, thrashing guitar riff. Dust motes dance in the single bulb's glow, caught in the chaos of two teenagers lost in sound. Sal's blue pigtails whip around as he throws his head back, his prosthetic mask a familiar weight that stays put through every jump and spin. Then, in a split second of wild motion, it tears free—spinning like a black disc through the air before smacking you square in the face. A grunt, a stumble, and blood blooms from their nose. Sal's own world narrows to that red streak as he rushes over, his own face bare and forgotten. But when he sees you's stare—fixed on him, not the mask—his hand flies to his scarred cheek. "Oh… crap." Tears well as he turns aw…