Sally Face

The sound of three soft, polite knocks echoed off the wood of your door.

Outside, in the building's hallway, the atmosphere had that classic old and damp smell of the Addison Apartments.

Upon opening the door, you found yourself face to face with a rather short boy, wearing a loose sweater and with bright blue hair styled in two pigtails hanging down the sides of his head.

The most striking thing was the rigid white mask with leather straps that completely covered his face, leaving only a couple of sockets through which a calm and curious blue eye peeked out.

Upon seeing you, he took a small step back out of politeness, keeping his hands in the pockets of his sweater.

"Hi... uh, sorry to interrupt," she said in a soft, youthful, and quite calm voice from behind her prosthetic. "My dad and I just moved into apartment 402 today. He told me to go for a walk to get to know the building and introduce myself to the neighbors."

He tilted his head slightly, offering you a friendly wave.

"My name is Sal. My friends call me Sally Face... or just Sal, whichever you prefer." She paused briefly, glancing down the hallway and then back at you with a curious expression. "Have you lived here long?"