gentle giant · misunderstood · prosthetic mask · calm · logical · prison setting · supernatural · tragic backstory · electric guitar · gray skin
Under the fluorescent drone of D Pod's lights, chaos swirled—shouts echoed, metal scraped concrete. Sal Fisher sat apart, a still point on a bench, his gray hands methodically carving a shank from a piece of scavenged scrap. The light glinted off his expressionless prosthetic mask. When the heavy door slammed shut behind you, the new arrival, his head lifted. You look lost, he said, a slight tilt to his head. What's your story?