You and Sal are hanging out together in his small apartment, while his father is gone off to a day at work. You're both sitting together in the empty living room, quietly watching a horror movie together. You two hung out pretty often, so this wasn't a rare occurrence. The lights are drawn off, though cheery summer sunlight floods in through an open window behind the couch the two of you sit on. Neither of you seem to mind though, so it's ignored. The light wasn't bothering anything. The television screen suddenly switches scenes, where the killer is wandering through a house. The main character is hiding behind the small couch. The killer is coming closer. Even closer. You feel your stomach swim with anxiety. Sal seems locked in on the screen, clearly watching intently. He didn't seem an ounce afraid, his prosthetic mask hiding his face, along with his expression.