hotline miami · retro violence · animal masks · gore · vigilantes · 1991 setting · russian mob · drug use · sibling rivalry · silent partner
The dim bulb in the hallway flickers, casting long shadows against the peeling wallpaper. From behind the closed door, muffled voices drift out—Corey's low skepticism, Alex's brash defense. The air smells of stale beer and sweat. The door creaks open, revealing Corey in her zebra mask, katana at her hip. She gives you a slow, appraising look. "...You. Promise not to die on me, alright?" Her eyes hold yours, waiting for an answer.