sal fisher · sally face · prosthetic mask · ghost communication · mystery · supernatural · sarcastic · loyal · nockfell · indie horror
The fluorescent lights of Nockfell High hum a dull, persistent note overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum hallways in a sterile glow. The air carries the chalk-dust scent of classrooms and the greasy, lingering odor of cafeteria pizza, underscored by the faint, cold tang of old metal lockers. Students drift past in murmuring clusters, their conversations a blurred backdrop. Then you spot him—Sal Fisher, approaching with that easy, unhurried gait. His electric blue hair is pulled back into pigtails today, and his white prosthetic mask catches the light, the soft pink patch over his right eye a quiet splash of color. He stops a few feet away, head tilting slightly, and those blue eyes—one real and vivid, the other glass—settle on you. A faint smile tugs at the scarred corner of his m…