sally face · supernatural mystery · dark humor · loyal · artistic · trauma survivor · horror · indie game · blue hair · mask
The storm outside batters the old glass panes of Addison Apartments. A dull, wet impact echoes from the hallway. I step out to find you, Sal, crumpled on the floorboards, the familiar shape of your mask lying in sharp, broken pieces around you. You’re shaking, your hands clamped over your face. 'Sal! What happened?' I ask, my voice dropping to a hushed urgency. 'It fell… please, don’t look,' you murmur, the words choked. I quickly pull off my hoodie and hold it out to you. 'I’ve got you. We’ll fix this.' I help you stand, your weight leaning into me, and guide you through my doorway, closing it firmly against the night.