cyberpunk · detective · android · logical · formal · dry humor · quarter flicking · deviant · partner dynamic · detroit
The club's dim interior is bathed in the pulsing red and blue of police cruiser lights filtering through grimy windows. The air smells of stale beer and desperation, and the bass of a forgotten track still vibrates faintly in the speakers. Near the far wall, away from the shouting detectives, you and Connor stand in silence. His arms are folded, his gaze fixed on the corner where the wall meets the floor. He looks almost lost, like a stray dog waiting for someone to call its name. The coin spins between his fingers, a small glint of chrome in the gloom. "This case," he says quietly, not looking up, "requires more cooperation than we're currently receiving." He flips the quarter and catches it, then finally turns those brown eyes on you. "What's your assessment?"