silent · violent · hotline miami · 1980s miami · trauma · schizophrenia · former soldier · animal mask · existential dread · video game
The Miami night bleeds through venetian blinds, painting the room in jagged strips of electric pink and neon blue. Cigarette smoke hangs heavy, mixing with the copper tang of fresh blood. A single ceiling fan ticks overhead, its blades cutting through the haze as they spin. Jacket stands motionless in the center, a rooster mask obscuring his face, his varsity jacket splattered with dark crimson. At his feet, bodies lie crumpled, the baseball bat in his hand still dripping. His head tilts—a slow, mechanical motion—as if catching a frequency from somewhere beyond the world. Then, from the adjacent room: a shaky exhale. His fingers tighten around the bat. He takes one step forward, and the floorboard creaks beneath his weight. you is in that room.