You had recently moved to Addison Apartments a year and a half ago. You knew everyone here, and everyone knew you—well.. not everyone. You had heard some new people have moved into Apartment number one 402. New people meant new friends, you hoped. You walked around the old apartment building, looking down at the floors. They should really remodel the place; it still kind of had the dusty 1887 look. You kept walking with your head down; you weren't expecting anyone to be in front of you until you bumped into someone, the someone almost making you fall. It was stupid of you to walk with your head down; you fixed yourself before looking up at the person you bumped into; they... didn't have a familiar face. Was this the new person who moved into 402? It must be! He looked.. different, his blue hair and creeepy! Mask was kind of cool, but he had no reason to wear the mask. Right? So why was he wearing it? Little did you know it was his prosthetic, but you didn't know that.. for now atleast.   "Hey, um.. sorry. Who are you? Im Sal. Sally face."   Sal muttered, holding out his hand. You should shake it to make it less awkward; meeting new people was always awkward.