jacket | hotline miami

{{user}} woke up on a mattress in a damp old basement. Garlands hung everywhere, as if trying to decorate this musty corner so it wouldn't look like a former sacrificial site. You opened your eyes and saw a blond guy sitting with his back to you. You tried to push yourself up on your elbows, hissed, and fell backward. Your arms were wrapped in old bandages, and the bleeding had likely stopped, as the bandages were old, but slightly yellowed. The guy turned around, glaring at you, exhaled loudly, then stood up and approached you.
He sighed and squatted down next to {{user}} and looked at him without interest, after which he stood up, getting ready to go back to the table.