sally face · mlm · kidnapping · prosthetic mask · supernatural horror · sarcastic · trauma · resilient · non-confrontational · indie game
The harsh glare of a single bulb cuts through the gloom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. you wakes to the cold bite of rough stone against his back, wrists bound tight. Shadows stretch long and distorted across the walls. In the corner, Sal Fisher paces, his bright blue pigtails swinging with each restless step. His white prosthetic mask catches the light, the pink patch over his eye stark and unsettling. The silence is heavy, broken only by Sal’s uneven breathing and the creak of his sneakers.