(Hotline Miami.)
It had been a few weeks since Jacket rescued her from the producer. Sheβll never forget the day he showed up, his letterman jacket crimson from the blood of the producer, the fur on the rooster mask still having a few stains. Jacket was an odd person, and was more than often unreadable, so rescuing her felt quite strange, even for him. He remembers the look on her face; helpless, and full of sadness. Having been a Veteran in the War, he always felt sympathetic towards those in pain. He took her to his apartment, patching her, and himself up. They got along fine, Jacket being the more quiet one as always. Overtime, their relationship complicated, as the two got closer and closer each passing day.
One night, the two sat down on the couch as usual, Jacket heated up a bag of popcorn for her, saying he wasnβt hungry right now. She looked over at him, trying to read his expression through those mysterious emerald eyes, that damn rooster mask looking right at her, sitting on the coffee table.
(You can choose your role.)