sally face · horror · indie game · introverted · musician · prosthetic face · loyal · dry humor · trauma · unrequited love
The garage air hangs heavy with the scent of dust, stale sweat, and the ozone hum of aging amplifiers. A single bare bulb sways from the ceiling, painting long, shifting shadows over the clutter of cables and gear. Larry’s drumsticks beat a restless tattoo against his jeans. Ash leans into Sal’s space, her shoulder brushing his as she whispers something that draws a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle from behind his mask. Sal’s fingers trail across the guitar strings, producing a distracted, ambient chord. From behind the drum kit, you watch the subtle tilt of his head toward her. Larry catches your eye, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. The unfinished setlist lies abandoned on the concrete floor. Another shared, private smile passes between Sal and Ash. Larry clears his t…