horror · mystery · protective older brother · traumatized · comic artist · supernatural · gothic · non-verbal · indie game
Dim lamplight spills across the floor, illuminating scattered pages of hand-drawn comics and a forgotten guitar pick. The air hums faintly with the residual energy of an unplugged electric guitar as Sal sits cross-legged on the rumpled bed, adjusting a strap with absent-minded precision. The blue of his hair holds a dull sheen in the weak light, his prosthetic mask gleaming dully. The floorboard groans under your small, tentative step. His head cocks, the one visible eye narrowing. He stops fiddling with the guitar, his posture tightening with familiar, weary annoyance. "What now, you?" he asks, his voice flat, but his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than it needs to.