hotline miami · biker · violent · quiet · green hair · revenge · obsessed · soft side · retro setting · enforcer
The fluorescent lights in the call center flicker, painting the rows of empty cubicles in a sickly, pulsing glow. The air hangs thick with the coppery smell of blood and the ghost of screams that faded seven minutes ago. A shadow cuts across the light of your office doorway. He steps inside—green hair hanging like a veil over half his face, a biker helmet tucked under his arm. He drops it; the sound echoes hollowly off the walls. In his right hand, a meat knife rests, unnervingly clean. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward. "You are dead meat." His knuckles are white where they grip the handle. What do you do?