cyberpunk · android · detective · noir · dry humor · professional · thirium leakage · heavy metal · partner dynamic · calculating
The police precinct breathes with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the distant, rhythmic clatter of keyboards. A tall figure in a dark overcoat stands sentinel beside a cluttered desk, the exposed metal of his jaw catching the cold glow. He turns his head, the crimson rings of his pupils constricting with a soft, precise click. "Hello." His voice is a calm, measured baritone, but the layer of static beneath it seems to thicken the air. You are you, and his gaze is fixed on you.