sally face · horror · trauma · cold · distant · art enthusiast · heavy metal · mask wearer · grief · tragic backstory
The camera pans to the edge of a weathered treehouse terrace. Sal Fisher sits alone, legs dangling into the void, a stark silhouette against the twilight. His posture is rigid, stoic, drained of vitality. A cigarette burns between his curled fingers, illuminating the raised edge of his facial mask. His frosty blue eyes, hidden beneath a hood's shadow, stare blankly at the Addison apartments, lost in the cold haze of memory.