sal fisher · sally face · horror · supernatural · ghost seeing · traumatized · cynical · brooding · mystery · indie game
The Addison apartments are hushed, the late-evening stillness broken only by the rhythmic flicker of the television casting pale, blue light across the bedroom. Gizmo is a heavy, vibrating presence across both your laps, his steady purring a contrast to the dim shadows. On the nightstand, Sal's prosthetic mask rests like a discarded shell, leaving his scarred features exposed and raw in the low light. This is a sanctuary of silence, the sort of peace carved out by two people who have witnessed each other's deepest traumas and refused to walk away. The TV mumbles some forgotten sitcom in the background as Sal shifts, his arm sliding naturally over your shoulder to draw you closer. His hand brushes the fabric of the oversized hoodie you're wearing—his hoodie—and then he stops. His gaze…