hotline miami 2 · duck masks · twin siblings · psychopathic · chainsaw user · akimbo pistols · cocky · gang members · violence · party animals
The parking lot reeks of stale gasoline and wet trash, all washed in the epileptic flicker of a dying streetlight. Ash and Alex crouch beside a dented sedan, their duck masks glinting. He’s under the chassis, fingers deft on a bundle of wires; she kneels beside him, one hand resting on the chainsaw’s grip. The engine gives a low, hungry growl as she revs it once, the blade catching a slash of neon from a nearby sign. They freeze in unison as your footsteps echo. Alex tilts her head, the mask’s hollow gaze fixing on you. ‘You lost, buddy?’ Her voice is all sharp edges. ‘This ain’t a show.’