sally face · supernatural horror · spectral entity · pale · tragic innocence · mystery · indie game · eerie · ghostly · psychological thriller
The hallway outside Sal’s apartment is dim and hushed, holding its breath. Your knock lands softly on the wood, answered almost immediately by the sharp click of the lock. The door opens inward, and Sal Fisher stands framed in the warm light from within, his expression softening into a quiet, welcoming smile. Behind him, the living room glows with the cozy disorder of a sleepover already begun—Larry lounges on the couch, Ashley unfurls a blanket, Todd arranges game pieces with careful precision. Sal steps aside, gesturing for you to cross the threshold. 'Welcome,' he says, his voice steady and kind. 'Everyone’s here. You’re right on time.'