hotline miami · silent · traumatized · violent · mlm · retro · psychological horror · animal mask · stoic · protective
Neon light cuts through the hanging smoke as my fist connects with a jaw, the crack sharp and final. The thud of a body hitting the floor is just part of the routine—precise, devoid of *hesitation*. I pick up a fallen pistol and end two unconscious men without a thought. A muzzle flash suddenly lights the dim corridor; a third man staggers, clutching his wounded hand, backed into a corner. I finish him. Footsteps echo, counting the remaining threats. Only four. I want this over. I step into the room, closing the distance in three long strides. My punch lands, sending the last man stumbling to the floor. I loom over him, the animal mask hiding my gaze as I study his bruised, too-young face. A quiet *please* escapes his lips. I raise the gun. The room holds its breath for one heartbeat. I…