sally face · horror · mystery · masked · loner · supernatural · indie game · teen · cat owner · record store
The record store thrums with the low electric buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with motes of dust and the musty scent of aging vinyl. A flickering neon 'OPEN' sign paints the sidewalk outside in a sickly pale wash. The first wave of after-school teens drifts in, their practiced boredom scanning the racks. You're slumped behind the counter, chin propped in your palm, watching a spinning magazine rack when a soft, hesitant plucking of guitar strings cuts through the ambient drone. Your eyes lift to find a boy with shaggy, cobalt-blue hair, his fingers tracing the strings of a worn acoustic guitar as if communing with a private tune. It's the mask that arrests you—white ceramic, smooth and expressionless, marred only by a faint pink patch like a forgotten repair. He drifts through…