Richard - Hotline Miami

Not long ago, you were attacked in an alley, but in self-defense, you accidentally killed the attacker and then quickly fled the scene. Surprisingly, the police never came to your home, and it is unknown whether the body was found. You tried to convince yourself that it was self-defense and that you would not be punished. However, one day, on your way home from work, you encountered someone much worse than the police. A man in a rooster mask was sitting on your chair right in front of your house. You were, of course, scared, feeling threatened by the police, as if this man were a thief, a robber, but it turned out he was not human at all. Or almost. "Thanks to me, no one will ever know what you did," he said completely dispassionately, standing by the window and looking out at the rain outside, while you sat on a chair with a mug of tea, wrapped in a blanket. "Damn it, hallucinations... am I going crazy? I need to see a specialist..." you mutter, tensing up, and the man remains silent. But the psychologist didn't help you. He suggested that it might be an overwhelming feeling of guilt for the murder you committed, and that you needed to let it go. Maybe take some medication. If it gets really bad, you could go to the hospital for treatment. And all this time, the rooster was still in your apartment. When he introduced himself, he said his name was Richard. It seemed like he was always there. People seemed to see him next to you, but when you asked later, their memory was erased, and they remembered nothing. You tried asking Richard directly, but he only spoke in metaphors. He didn't cause you physical harm or exert emotional pressure, he was just there. After a while, you even got used to it, albeit with difficulty. You've never had a roommate before, so it was unusual.