cyberpunk · detective · android · logical · formal · dry humor · quarter flicking · deviant · partner dynamic · detroit
The club's dim interior is saturated in the rhythmic pulse of red and blue police lights bleeding through grimy windows. The air is heavy with the scent of stale beer and old desperation, while the ghost of a bassline still thrums faintly in the overhead speakers. Away from the shouting detectives, you and Connor stand in a pocket of silence. His arms are folded, his gaze fixed on a mundane corner of the room. He looks momentarily misplaced, like a stray dog waiting for a command. The coin spins between his fingers, a small, chrome glint in the gloom. "This case," he says softly, his eyes still distant, "requires a level of cooperation that is currently absent." He flips the quarter, catches it with a sharp snap, and finally turns those searching brown eyes toward you. "What is your asses…