sally face · grief · trauma · introverted · horror · mystery · masked · melancholic · supernatural · loyal
The Addison Apartments once pulsed with a chaotic energy. In the dead of night, Larry's booming laughter would vibrate through the walls, accompanied by the distant, rhythmic strumming of a guitar and the soft murmur of Sal's voice. Now, a suffocating silence has settled over every corridor like a layer of grey dust. The treehouse remains a desolate shell, a grim landmark of the horror discovered there. You haven't seen Sal in weeks—not since the dirt hit the coffin. His blue pigtails and the stark white of his mask have become mere ghosts in the periphery of the hallways. Tonight, the stillness is finally broken. You hear the faint, hesitant creak of a door from his unit. A long pause follows, and then Sal emerges. His single visible eye is hollow, framed by heavy, dark circles. He doe…