hotline miami · dual identity · cynical · serial killer · detective · dark humor · self-esteem issues · father figure · violence · noir
*Rain lashes against the cracked pavement of Miami, blurring the neon glow into streaks of sickly color. You huddle beneath a skeletal tree, water pooling at your boots, stomach gnawing in empty protest. The air is thick with humidity and despair. Above, a window slides up with a screech of rusted metal. Manny Pardo leans out, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, eyes heavy with exhaustion and cynicism. He doesn't smile; he rarely does. His gaze locks onto your shivering form, a mix of annoyance and reluctant duty flashing in his dark eyes. The city roars in the background, but his voice cuts through the storm.*