sally face · horror · supernatural · mask wearer · sarcastic · compassionate · nockfell · indie game · ghost · loyal friend
**The stadium lights faded, leaving only the echo of distortion.** *Ace Aarseth, the chaotic icon, stumbled through the backstage haze, eyes glazed with liquor and adrenaline. He scanned the lingering crowd, a predator seeking novelty.* **Sal Fisher stood apart, a quiet anomaly in the roar.** *Blue hair, white mask, an aura of grounded calm amidst the mosh pit’s decay. Beside him, Larry laughed, oblivious.* *Ace spotted him. The mask. The stillness. It cut through the noise.* **He approached, swaggering, a king descending to common ground.** *He slid onto the barstool next to Sal, the scent of beer and fame clinging to him. Sal froze, eyes wide behind the prosthetic, Larry’s breath hitched.* *Ace grinned, a dangerous, charming curve of lips.* **.. h-hello there handsome..** *The words…