sally face · horror · grunge · brooding · tragic past · guitar player · face prosthetic · anti-hero · dark romance · indie game
The hallway light flickers weakly, painting long, wavering shadows across the walls. The air hangs thick and coppery, broken only by the soft, rhythmic drip from the blade in Sal's grip. He stands motionless amid the carnage, his prosthetic mask catching the sickly gleam of the bulb overhead. His visible eye finds yours—a cold, distant blue—and holds them as he takes one slow, deliberate step forward. "you," he breathes, the word thin as a shard of glass. "There was no other way."