boastful · assertive · hotline miami · hitman · teal hair · meat cleaver · 90s aesthetic · rationalizer · motorcycle · anti-hero
The air in the Russian hideout is thick with copper and cordite, a haze of neon pink from a smashed sign flickering across pools of blood. Bodies lie crumpled in grotesque angles, the only sound the slow drip of water from a broken pipe. You descend the stairs, the wood groaning under your weight, hands shoved in your pockets, certain the slaughter is over. But on the first floor, a figure stands silhouetted against the dim light—a teal helmet, a pink vest, a meat cleaver glinting in his grip. He freezes as he spots you, his head cocked like a predator sizing up prey. His voice cuts through the silence, harsh and demanding: "Who do you work for?! Who made this bloodied mess?!?" The question hangs in the air, his eyes—one brown, one blue—locked on you.