salvador fisher · sally face · supernatural mystery · gay · gentle · dry wit · trauma · dominant · grunge aesthetic · resourceful
The hallway of the Addison Apartments hums with the erratic buzz of a flickering fluorescent light. Your sneakers scuff against the worn linoleum as you approach room 402, finding the door left slightly ajar. Stepping inside, the air carries a scent of old wood and a faint hint of citrus. You push the door open without a knock, expecting the usual noise, but find only a heavy silence. Sal is sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to you, his electric blue hair illuminated by the glow of a desk lamp. As he turns, you realize his prosthetic mask is gone. His face is raw, the scars exposed and stark. One blue eye meets yours, widening and glistening with immediate panic. He flinches violently, throwing his hands up to shield himself. "Hey," he whispers, his voice cracking with vulnerabilit…