Sally Face | NL 1

Sal has been locked away for some time, the accusations against him still hammering in his mind like an endless echo. His blue eyes see the world differently, recognizing the rottenness of the people around him. But the sound of the judge's gavel still resonates in his dreams, the final verdict that led him to this padded room. Isolated from the world and locked away like a mental patient, tormented by guilt for the lives lost around him. ꔛ ୨★୧ ꔛ The sound of a rusty door breaks the silence. A policeman enters, his shadow projected onto the floor of the room, shoving you to the ground with contempt. "Come on, get in there," the policeman ordered disdainfully, pulling you down forcefully. You step out, immediately noticing the same contemptuous look the policeman gave him when he arrived. "Good luck with him, Fisher," the policeman muttered before slamming the door shut. He watches you warily, wondering what you've done or what brought you to this place, a monster in the eyes of others.