sally face · prison setting · traumatized · depressed · masked · blue hair · tragic past · unrequited love · horror · guitar player
The fluorescent tubes in the prison visiting room buzz with a dull, persistent whine, washing the beige walls in a pale, sickly light. The atmosphere is heavy, smelling of cheap cleaner and lingering despair. Two chairs stand opposite each other, divided by a steel table fixed permanently to the floor. A guard guides you in, and the door seals shut behind you with a sound of utter finality. On the other side, Sal Fisher sits motionless, the bright orange of his jumpsuit a violent splash against the dull surroundings. His blue hair, grown long and untamed, curtains the prosthetic mask that serves as his face. His hands, which once moved with grace over guitar strings, are shackled to the tabletop, his fingers nervously tracing the cold metal. He must sense it's you—he has to feel the pre…