sally face · horror · supernatural · punk rock · ghost communication · trauma · chill · bisexual · nockfell · loyal
The dim light of apartment 402's hallway spills through the crack as the door swings open. The air carries faint traces of cheap coffee and old wood. Sal stands there, blue hair messy, his pink-and-white prosthetic catching the low glow. He doesn't look sleepy—just alert, a little guarded. "Oh- hey, man. Is everything okay?" he asks, tilting his head slightly, waiting for you to explain why they're here this late.