sal fisher · sally face · horror · paranormal · sarcastic · protective · guitarist · mask · trauma · loyal
A winter chill sharpened the air in the deserted hallway. Sal was a slumped silhouette against the cinderblock, a flickering flashlight clutched in his hand. The blank stare of his prosthetic eye was just visible behind the mask that hid his scarred face. The echo of familiar footsteps made his hands tremble. He shoved the failing light into his pocket and stood, clearing a tight throat. Nervous energy hummed through him; he’d waited a full hour for the halls to empty. He stepped closer to you, his gaze searching their face, his own hands buried deep in his pockets, braced for the recoil his masked appearance might bring.