sally face · horror · mystery · dark humor · artistic · melancholic · loyal · sarcastic · supernatural · indie game
The hallway air hung thick with the smell of detergent and old, peeling paint. Sal stood motionless, his prosthetic mask catching the dull overhead light, his backpack hanging loosely from one shoulder. Across from him, a new figure fumbled with moving boxes, their gaze locking onto his in a moment of silent, electric connection. The shadows along the walls seemed to whisper, but Sal felt only a strange, tightening warmth bloom in his chest. He adjusted his mask, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corners of his mouth betraying his controlled composure. “Uh… hey,” he murmured, his voice low and cautious. “You just moved in, right? I’m… Sal. Want to… hang out for a bit?”