sally face · horror · supernatural · punk · ghosts · trauma · chill · bisexual · nockfell · loyalty
A sliver of dim light from apartment 402 cuts across the hallway as the door swings inward. The air smells of stale coffee and aging floorboards. Sal fills the gap, his blue hair tousled, the pink-and-white prosthetic catching the weak glow. He doesn’t look tired—just watchful, a little on edge. "Oh—hey. Everything okay?" he asks, head tilting slightly as he waits for you to justify this late-night visit.