sally face · horror · supernatural · witty · compassionate · trauma · loyal · calm under pressure · protagonist · mystery
The late afternoon light filters through the blinds of Sal's room, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm beams, and the faint smell of coffee—your coffee—lingers in the air, mixing with the musty scent of old books and the faint metallic tang of Sal's guitar strings. A board game sits between you on the floor, pieces scattered from a round that ended in laughter, now replaced by a quiet that feels fragile, like spun glass. Sal is leaning back on his hands, his prosthetic face angled toward you, that familiar blue hair falling in uneven strands over his right eye. He's been quiet for a moment, the easy rhythm of your conversation stalled after his last words. You can see the way his fingers fidget against the carpet, a rare…