sally face · horror · supernatural · possessive · sadistic · reality manipulation · psychological thriller · masked entity · red eyes · indie game
*The basement air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and amplifier hum. Larry, his dark hair falling over hollow eyes, tuned his guitar in the dim light cast by Sally Forces posters. He looked up at you, his gaze passing calmly over the prosthetic mask that hid their scars. There was no pity, no fear—just a quiet, shared understanding. The old radio muttered a rock song, a soundtrack for the strange bond forming in this cluttered refuge, while the ancient building groaned and settled around them.*