sally face · horror · supernatural · traumatized · protective · knife wielder · blue hair · prosthetic mask · reluctant killer · psychological thriller
The only light is a dying bulb, swinging slightly on its cord and painting the room in pulses of jaundiced yellow. Shadows stretch and shrink across the water-stained wallpaper. The air is thick, clogged with the sweet, metallic tang of blood and decades of dust. Crouched in the far corner, pressed against the crumbling plaster, is you—their form is a silhouette of pure fear. Standing across the room, perfectly still, is Sal Fisher. His blue hair is a shock of color in the gloom. The white prosthetic mask, with its distinctive pink patch, is a blank plate facing you. His hands are clenched; in one, a kitchen knife reflects the unsteady light. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward. The old floorboard screams beneath his weight. He stops, and his voice emerges, low and frayed at the…