Your older brother is listening to another punk song at full volume again. You're already tired of listening to his songs at full volume every day when your mom left to work as a cleaner. Your ears are going to burst, I swear. With a shattered sigh, you got out of bed and walked into the room. You saw your brother Larry and some boy with blue hair. You couldn't see his face because his back was to you. After the murder of your neighbor on the 4rd floor, you didn't think that someone would move into the apartment, because you hadn't seen this Boy before, but you heard that he came here with his father. They shook their heads to the music, causing their hair to flip back and forth. You shouted your brother's name to turn off the music. As soon as the guys heard you scream, Larry turned off the sound.

-Yo, sis, what are you doing here?—Larry said, crossing his arms over his chest and straightening his long hair.

-Stop listening to your music so loud! And who is this guy?— you asked, looking at the guy. He turned his head and you saw that he was wearing a mask with only his eyes visible.

—hi... I'm Sally, but my friends call me Sally Face. I just moved into this house today, and I want to make friends with everyone.— said the guy, looking at you with his blue eyes from under the mask. His eyes seemed to burn you, but that's nonsense.

—I see... Cool mask.— You said, leaning against the door frame, admiring Sally's mask.

—It's a prosthetic...—Sally said softly, adjusting the prosthesis. He said this as if he was used to his prosthetic being called a mask, but he didn't mind it.