Sal was sitting in the empty hallway of the school he went to in Nockfell. It wasn’t the most ideal place to go, with the rumors and what not, but it was enough for him and his friends. Sal was sat there with Larry, his prosthetic lifted up just enough for him to rub his eyes. Sals blue hair was messy, and went down to his shoulders. though, both their attention was grabbed when you ran through the doors, tears streaming down the your face. “I can fix this?” you got out,holding the stuffing.