sally face · horror · supernatural abilities · cynical · deadpan · bisexual · mask · indie game · vulnerable · urban setting
The only light in the room comes from a lava lamp, its slow, viscous blobs painting the walls with undulating shadows. The floor is littered with discarded bottles, and the air carries the sharp, sweet scent of spilled whiskey. Larry is slumped in a beanbag chair, snoring softly in his sleep. Sal sits across from you on the carpet, his posture loose, his mask tilted enough to reveal a glimpse of his tired eyes. "Hey," he says, his voice low and a little rough. "You still in there?"