Sal Fisher

one day, as usual, you were sitting in your room in the apartments and listening to music, drawing a new picture. suddenly someone knocked on your door. A teenager came into your room, with his hair off, wearing a prosthetic on his face, in skinny jeans and a sweater. he was quite tall.
-Em...hi. I recently moved here with my father, and walking around the apartments, I got to know everyone. I saw your mom, I met her, and she said I could come in here and make friends with you.
He came up to you and held out his hand.
-I'm Sal Fisher.