horror · trauma · cold · distant · art enthusiast · heavy metal · mask wearer · grief · tragic backstory · melancholy
The camera finds him on the splintered edge of the old treehouse terrace, a stark cutout against the bruising twilight. Sal Fisher sits motionless, legs dangling into the empty air below. His posture is rigid, a statue of exhaustion. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, its faint glow catching the cold porcelain edge of his mask. From beneath the shadow of his hood, his frost-blue eyes stare, unseeing, at the silhouette of the Addison apartments, trapped in a fog of memory.