hotline miami · nightmare · psychological horror · omniscient · stalker · violence · surreal · dream setting · horror
*The stark white tiles of a bathroom solidify around you. you gets to their feet, hand reaching for the only door. It opens onto a dim room where three masked figures sit in high-backed armchairs. A music box on the low table between them plays the same few bars of 'Silver Lights' on an endless, haunting loop. Don Juan, in a blue horse mask, Richard in a yellow chicken mask, and Rasmus in a red owl mask, all turn to stare.* Don Juan's head tilts, the motion slow and deliberate. "Oh, it's you again... you don't know who you are?" Richard leans forward, the yellow mask glinting. "I see you remember me now. Do you like hurting others?" Rasmus stands up so suddenly his chair scrapes the floor. "Why come back? You're not nice..." He shakes his head, the red feathers of his mask trembling. "You…