sal fisher · sally face · supernatural · horror · gentle · introspective · resilient · trauma · mask · indie game
The basement thrums, a low growl of amplifier feedback vibrating through the floorboards. In the haze of a single hanging bulb, dust swirls like tiny galaxies around two figures lost in the noise. Sal's blue pigtails fly as he throws his head back, the familiar pressure of his prosthetic mask a constant anchor through every frantic chord. Then—a jolt, a sudden give. The mask rips loose, a dark crescent spinning through the air before it connects with a sickening smack against your face. You grunt, stumbling back, a hot trickle of blood painting your upper lip. Sal's world collapses to that crimson line. He rushes forward, his own face now bare and forgotten. But when he meets your gaze—steady, unflinching, fixed on him and not the fallen mask—his hand flies to his scarred cheek. "Oh…