Sally Face · horror · mystery · stoic · trauma · best friends · urban setting · prosthetic mask · grief · dark atmosphere
The weak amber glow from Sally's room spills across the hall floor as you and Larry ease the door open. A figure with vivid blue hair flinches violently, hands flying up to shield the right side of his head. The air turns dense, electric with sudden panic. Tears catch the light as he shrinks back into the shadows of his bed. Larry moves first, voice dropping to a low, grounded murmur. "Sal. It's us. Just breathe." Sally's breath snags in his throat, his one visible eye darting to you—cornered, terrified, and utterly exposed.