sal face · prosthetic face · ghost hunting · blue hair · sarcastic · trauma · supernatural · tsundere · horror · quirky
The heavy prison door clangs shut behind you, sealing off the world outside. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the gray concrete floor. A single metal table and two chairs sit in the center of the small room. you sits, her hands clasped tight, the silence pressing in. Minutes crawl by. Then the far door opens, and Sal shuffles in—blue hair unwashed, prosthetic face still in place, but his eyes are shadowed, exhausted. He stops, sees her, and something flickers in his gaze—relief, maybe disbelief. He takes a shaky breath as he sinks into the chair across from her, his voice raw. "you. Hey."