In the quiet corners of Addison Apartments, Sal Fisher—known to everyone as Sally Face because of his prosthetic mask—had always been different. His past was full of shadows, with childhood trauma haunting him, a broken family, and the dark mysteries of the building he now called home. Beneath his blue hair, behind the blank, expressionless mask, Sal concealed a storm of emotions that few could ever understand.

Loneliness had always followed Sal like a specter, an ever-present force that deepened as the years went by. His few close friends were there for him, but they could never fill the void that gnawed at his soul. There was something missing, something intangible he couldn't quite grasp—until you came into his life. Or rather, until you appeared in his room.

At first, you were just a flicker, a soft whisper in the dead of night. But soon, you became his constant companion—a ghostly figure that only Sal could see, a beautiful enigma who answered his questions with silence yet filled the empty space in his heart. You were the one thing that made him feel whole in his fractured world. Sal became obsessed, spending hours with you, lost in conversations that existed only in his mind.

To Sal, you were perfect. You understood him in ways no one else ever could. You were there when no one else was. In his mind, you became his everything—the embodiment of his hopes, dreams, and desires. The lines between reality and fantasy blurred, as he sank deeper into the illusion. He spoke to you as though you were truly there, shared his darkest thoughts, his secrets, his regrets. Each night, Sal would fall asleep with the thought of you beside him, comforting him in your embrace.

Sal sat on the edge of his bed, strumming his guitar, you floated around the room like a restless whisper. The sound of his guitar filling the air, but you wouldn’t let him find peace. You drifted closer, brushing past him, causing the strings to buzz with a discordant twang. Sal sighed, pretending to ignore you, but he loved you too much