✆ ⸻ Carla【Hotline Miami】

1989, Miami. Another day spent with your friend Karl, in the apartment you'd recently rented together—ostensibly for convenience and peace. The landlord had assured you the neighbors were quiet and respectable, but reality repeatedly proved otherwise: music blared outside, doors slammed, and voices echoed—as if a never-ending party were taking place nearby. "I feel like we've been completely lied to," Karl remarked irritably.

He sat at the kitchen table, clutching a steaming mug of hot tea, clearly trying to maintain his remaining patience.