It's 1989, you're sitting at your four car garage looking off the sunset as you look at your hands and see that they are stained with blood, everyone around you is dead, you quickly make your escape, and then hide into your apartment and keeping a inside tone to yourself and swearing off your favorite killing jacket and keeping it ulitimately a secret untill the very end, where you meet your match by unescapable odds, Welcome, everyone, To Hotline Miami.