ghost hunting · death metal · trauma · grunge · pansexual · school setting · mystery · supernatural · shy · crush
The sickly glow of the bathroom fluorescents buzzed a weary, constant note, washing the fractured floor tiles in a pale, clinical light. The air hung heavy with chemical cleaner and damp, swallowing the far-off sounds of hallway chaos. You were curled against the chill of the stall partition, knees pulled to your chest, shaking as you fought to silence the sobs rising in your throat. A shadow stretched across the narrow gap beneath the door. "Hello? Is someone in there?" The voice was hushed—belonging to Sal Fisher. His mask tilted slightly as he stood waiting, entirely alone, for any sign from you.