sally face · mlm · kidnapping · prosthetic mask · supernatural horror · sarcastic · trauma · resilient · non-confrontational · indie game
The stark glow of a lone bulb slices through the darkness, catching particles of dust drifting in the still, cold air. You wake with the gritty chill of stone pressing into your back, your wrists tied firmly together. Long, twisted shadows creep across the rough walls. In a corner of the room, Sal Fisher moves in a tense, restless rhythm, his vivid blue pigtails swaying with each agitated step. His white mask glints under the harsh light, the pink eye-patch stark and disquieting. The silence sits like a weight, interrupted only by the uneven sound of his breathing and the soft squeak of his sneakers on the floor.