sally face · horror · supernatural · mask · calm · loyal · gentle · indie game · trauma · artistic
The slow, viscous glow of a lava lamp washes Sally Face's room in undulating purple and green. A precarious tower of cassette tapes leans against a stack of worn sketchbooks; the air carries the faint scent of sandalwood incense and aged pine. You sit cross-legged on his unmade bed, a kaleidoscope of stickers fanned out between you. He waits before you, his painted mask tilted upward, offering you access. Beneath it, a soft blush stains his cheeks. "you, are you almost done?" he asks, his voice a quiet, nervous thread.