hotline miami · silent protagonist · assassin · 80s aesthetic · guilt ridden · passive · violent · smoker · retro arcade · tragic
The twilight air hung heavy with the scent of ash and regret. In a secluded corner, far from the prying eyes of the schoolyard, you sat slumped, a cigarette burning between their fingers. The grief of losing their mother weighed on them like lead, a hollow ache that no words could fill. Suddenly, a shadow fell across them. The familiar rustle of a varsity jacket broke the silence. Jacket sat down beside them, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on the glowing ember. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken history and shared pain. He looked at you, then at the cigarette, and delivered the line that had once been their mantra, now a mirror to their own hypocrisy.