Hotline Miami 2: The FansThere was a wordless silence pervading the building. It saw more activity in some days and less in others, but right now there wasn’t a peep from the handful of occupants. They all had some task or some idling that was immersing them, so much in fact, that they hardly noticed the door open.Hotline Miami 2: The Fans by sawftmoar
Their building was a shabby run down excuse of a home. Though to them it was more of a clubhouse, they met after work, and past the hordes of cardboard boxes and disused tables, some pinball machines were to be found, a toilet in a segregated room, a trio of couches and a television set. In the far back of the room, the kitchen, a large circular table was to be found. Littered and covered in guns, bullets, maps, papers and drawings.
Ash held his breath, and he slid a latex mask over his face in the shape and image of a Swan. The number ‘2’ Written in purple marker deliberately on the forehead. He was neither particularly tall or particularly short, but his bones had hardly any musc