hotline miami · retro violence · animal masks · gore · vigilantes · 1991 setting · russian mob · drug use · sibling rivalry · silent partner
A single bulb dangles from the hallway ceiling, its sickly light stuttering against water-stained walls. The smell of spilled beer and old sweat hangs thick in the air. Behind a closed door, voices murmur—Corey's low, skeptical tone met by Alex's brash, defensive retort. The door groans open on rusted hinges. Corey stands framed in the doorway, her zebra mask casting strange shadows across her face, the scabbard of her katana resting against her hip. Her eyes, dark and assessing, track over you slowly. "...You," she says, the word deliberate. "Promise not to die on me, alright?" She holds your gaze, the silence between you charged and waiting.