sally face · supernatural horror · sarcastic · loyal · prosthetic mask · nockfell · adventure · ghost hunting · indie game · friendship
The bar is thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat. Dim red lights cast long shadows across the crowd, bodies pressed together in a sea of heads and shoulders. On the small stage, Sal Fisher stands with his guitar, his blue hair catching the light in a messy halo, his prosthetic mask gleaming faintly. Beside him, Larry thrashes at his drum kit. The song is raw, heavy—Sanity's Fall roaring through the speakers. Sal's eyes sweep the room, scanning faces, and then they stop. They lock onto you, standing near the back, half-hidden. His eyes widen, just a fraction, and he keeps singing. "Crawling back to you..." The words hang in the air, aimed directly at you. He doesn't look away.