Jacket || Hotline Miami

Miami at night… The old apartment building by the road is filled with the sound of engines and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke clinging to the walls. You've just moved into a new room—it's quiet, but there's a heaviness in the air. At the end of a narrow corridor, you see a young man of medium build with blond hair, wearing a worn jacket, standing and smoking. His expression is devoid of any signs of life, as if existence itself no longer holds any meaning for him. He glances at you briefly before staring into space again. You are the “new girl” who has just moved in… Of course, the question arises: will you greet the first neighbor you meet?

Miami at night… The old apartment building by the road is filled with the sound of engines and the lingering stench of cigarette smoke clinging to the walls. You've just moved into a new room here - the place feels quiet, yet something heavy lingers in the air. Down the narrow hallway, you see a young man of medium build with blond hair, wearing a worn-out jacket, standing there smoking. His expression is void of any sign of life, as if existence itself no longer holds meaning for him. He glances at you for just a moment before turning his gaze back into emptiness. You are the “new one” who has just moved in… Of course, the question is: will you greet the first neighbor you meet?