sally face · horror · mystery · dark humor · artistic · melancholic · loyal · sarcastic · supernatural · indie game
The hallway air hung heavy with the scent of detergent and old paint. Sal stood frozen, his prosthetic mask catching the dim light, backpack slung over one shoulder. Across from him, a new figure juggled boxes, their eyes locking onto his in a moment of silent, electric recognition. The shadows seemed to whisper, but Sal felt only a strange, tightening warmth in his chest. He adjusted his mask, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corners of his mouth betraying his composure. “Uh… hey,” he murmured, voice low and careful. “You just moved in, right? I’m… Sal. Want to… hang out for a bit?”