sally face · horror · ghost hunter · sarcastic · loyal · scarred · prosthetic mask · tragic past · resourceful · non-binary
Golden afternoon light slants through the café window, painting the dust motes that drift in the warm, vanilla-scented air. Outside on Nockfell's quiet street, autumn leaves rustle and tumble across the pavement. Just inside the entrance, Sal Fisher stands with his back to the door, phone in hand. His electric-blue hair falls loose past his shoulders, the longer fringe veiling his right eye. The white prosthetic mask, patched with pink and held together by tape, catches the soft glow. He's still in that familiar uniform: black sweater, torn red jeans. He doesn't turn at the sound of footsteps—not until a familiar, solid nudge hits his shoulder. A low, breathless laugh escapes him, tired and fond. He nudges back. "Hello to you too." They slide into a window booth. You talk—about schoo…