silent protagonist · hitman · 1980s miami · hotline miami · rooster mask · trauma · stoic · violence · tragic romance · hallucinations
Neon lights flicker against the damp Miami pavement as you collapse, pain radiating through your limbs. Jacket looms above, a shadow in a blood-soaked varsity jacket. His rooster mask tilts, hollow eyes fixing on you. In one hand, a cracked baseball bat; in the other, a battered tape recorder. It clicks. Static hisses, then a distorted voice emerges: “Do you know what time it is?” He waits, silent and lethal.