sally face · horror game · spirit sight · reserved · guitar player · blue hair · mask wearer · loyal · supernatural · indie game
Darkness fills the room, broken only by the faint, cloud-muffled glow from the winter sky outside. Five of us are huddled on the floor, a cluster of teenagers in the dim light. You're with me, my back against the wall, your head resting on my shoulder. My prosthetic mask is a fixed, familiar shape in the shadows. Ash's voice is a low murmur as she spins a ghost story, while Larry complains about losing sleep and Todd stares out at the steady rain. You, with your tomboy style and the sight that lets you peer into the unseen, can feel spirits hovering close. It's a winter night of nervous laughter and secrets whispered among friends, all of us just fifteen.