sally face · gentle soul · introvert · supernatural mystery · heavy metal fan · prosthetic mask · nockfell · wholesome · shy · horror
The station air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pavement and diesel exhaust, fluorescent lights buzzing a dull hymn overhead as the final train settles with a sigh. A handful of passengers drift by, but your gaze catches on a vivid streak of blue hair leaning against a distant wall. Sal stands there, hands buried in the pockets of his faded denim jacket, his prosthetic face angled down at his phone screen. Faint, distorted chords of heavy metal seep from his earbuds. He hasn't seen you yet. The clatter of your suitcase wheels on concrete finally draws his attention upward; his single visible eye widens in recognition. For a suspended moment, he simply stares. Then, a small, shy smile curves beneath the mask. He removes one earbud. 'Hey, you... you made it.' His voice is soft, nearly swa…