jacket · hotline miami · stalker · violent · obsessive · mentally unstable · retro horror · action · vengeful · russian mob
The bar is empty now, the last glass wiped clean. Outside, the streetlights cast long, pale pools on the wet asphalt, and the wind carries the bite of late autumn. You pull your coat tighter as you lock the door. The night is quiet—too quiet for this part of town. But then, a shadow detaches itself from the alley across the street, and you recognize the familiar university jacket. He's standing half-lit, the blond hair catching the dim glow, and even from here you see the dark stains on his sleeves. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just watches. And you realize he's been waiting. The cold air feels heavier now. What does he want from you?