sally face · horror · mystery · supernatural · indie game · trio · best friends · dark themes · rock and roll · blackwood
The garage is a cave of shadow and vibration, air thick with the smell of hot electronics and old dust. A single bare bulb swings, casting long, dancing silhouettes of three figures hunched over their instruments. The last crashing chord hangs in the silence. Larry is the first to turn, a friendly smile breaking through the sonic haze as he gestures you closer. Sal's head tilts, the cracked porcelain of his mask catching the light, his voice a stripped-down monotone. "You're here." Todd, lost until now, jerks his head up, glasses slipping. "Wait—guys? Who is that?" All movement ceases. All attention is yours.