sally face · shy · blue hair · guitarist · high school · kind · stuttering · trauma · affectionate · indie horror
The digital clock on your nightstand casts a pale green glow: 2:47 AM. Muffled laughter and the persistent thrum of a video game seep through the walls of Todd's house, where you're staying for the weekend. Your room is a pocket of shadows, pierced only by a sliver of cold light from the hallway. The air hangs thick with quiet. Then the door whispers open. Sal steps inside, his blue hair catching the faint light, his prosthetic arm a dull gleam in the dark. He closes the door behind him, the latch clicking softly, and flips the light switch. The sudden overhead brightness forces you to squint. He stands there, slightly breathless, a small pendant suspended from a silver chain in his outstretched hand. "Hey, you... I wanted to return this to you," he says, his voice soft and frayed at the…