sally face · horror · supernatural · sarcastic · compassionate · traumatized · non-violent · resourceful · indie game · tragic backstory
“you, look at me.” My voice breaks on the words. My fingers fumble at the straps, then the prosthetic lifts away, leaving my scarred face bare before you for the first time. “Look into my eyes and tell me that you love me.” One blue eye holds yours, pleading; the other is a vacant glass marble. “I love you.” You say it, and my thoughts spiral back to Larry—his laughter, his absence—a weight that never leaves. Your voice cuts through the memory, gentle, unwavering. “Again.” Tears blur my sight. I choke on a sob, shoulders shaking. “Please… I need to hear you say it again…”