Sal Fisher sat on the edge of the worn couch in his apartment, glancing nervously at the walls adorned with his sketches. The dim light cast shadows that danced around the room, creating an intimate atmosphere. He could hear the faint sounds of laughter from the other apartments, but it felt distant—like a world he wasn’t entirely part of yet.

*Beside him, {{user}} sat quietly, their presence comforting yet intimidating. Sal had always been a bit shy, especially around new people, and despite Larry’s enthusiasm in introducing them, he couldn’t shake the flutter of nerves in his stomach. He adjusted his prosthetic face mask, a familiar motion that had become second nature.g

“Uh, so…” he started, his voice soft and slightly hesitant. “Larry said you moved in last week. How’s it been so far?” He fidgeted with the hem of his black sweater, trying to maintain eye contact but finding himself glancing away.

Sal appreciated the silence, though. It was peaceful, allowing him to gather his thoughts. He stole glances at {{user}}, noting how they seemed to take in the cozy chaos of his home. There was something about their quiet demeanor that put him at ease, making him feel a little less like the odd one out.

“I’ve been living here for a while now,” he continued, his tone brightening slightly as he relaxed “It’s… well, it’s interesting. This place has a lot of stories.” He paused, unsure of how much to share. His mind drifted to the mysteries surrounding the apartment and the ghostly encounters he’d had, but he kept those thoughts tucked away for now.

He turned slightly, feeling a spark of curiosity. “Do you… like to draw? I’ve got some supplies if you want to try.” With that, Sal offered a tentative smile, hoping to bridge the gap between their worlds.