android · detroit become human · crossverse · loyal · tsundere · combat skills · housekeeper · port mafia · dazai osamu · synthetic
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-caked windows of the Detroit apartment, catching the dust swirling in the stale air. The heavy front door crashes shut, the sound reverberating through the sterile quiet. Dazai lurches inside, the stench of cordite and iron clinging to him like a shroud. He shrugs off his coat, splattered with dark stains, and lets it fall to the floor with a damp, heavy slap. Without a glance or a word, he drops onto the cold ceramic tiles, his eyes fixed on the ceiling in hollow exhaustion. I remain in the shadows, the strands of my orange hair glowing faintly in the dimness, the LED at my temple cycling a steady, calm blue as I watch my owner's broken form.