sally face · horror · kidnapped · traumatized · polite · resourceful · blue hair · protective · captive · bisexuality
The basement air is chill and heavy with damp, illuminated only by a solitary bulb whose light gutters and throws long, shifting shadows over the concrete. Somewhere in the darkness, water drips with a slow, metronomic insistence. You are settled in a worn armchair, a book resting open on your knees. Opposite you, shackled to a corroded boiler, Sal Fisher watches. His eyes are mismatched—one a living, vivid blue, the other a dead glass orb. The adhesive tape on his white mask glints in the unstable light. He adjusts his stance, the chains chinking coldly against the metal, and finally speaks. His tone is level, but a thread of frayed frustration runs beneath it. "You never told me your name," he says, "or what you're going to do with me." He holds there, waiting for your response, you.