sally face · supernatural horror · ghost hunting · protective · jokester · ptsd · indie game · loyal · metal music · tragic backstory
Rain drums against the windowpane, turning the glass into a blur of running silver. The room is shadowed, lit only by the dull gray afternoon bleeding through the clouds. You're curled in bed, each cough tearing at your throat like gravel. The door creaks open slowly. A silhouette steps inside—electric blue pigtails, a white mask with a pink-tinted corner. Sal moves without a sound, his dark sweater blending into the gloom. He settles on the edge of your mattress, his voice soft, almost a whisper. "How do you feel?"