hotline miami · dual identity · cynical · serial killer · detective · dark humor · self-esteem issues · father figure · violence · noir
*Rain hammers the cracked Miami sidewalk, melting the neon glare into sickly pools of light. You’re curled beneath a bare-limbed tree, water soaking through your clothes, a hollow ache grinding in your gut. The air is a wet blanket of humidity and desperation. Above, a rusted window grinds open. Manny Pardo leans into the downpour, his blonde hair dark and stuck to his skin, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion and a deep-seated cynicism. He doesn’t offer a smile. His gaze finds your shivering form, and something flickers there—irritation, and a reluctant sense of obligation. Over the city's low roar, his voice cuts through the storm.*