deviant · android · detective · sarcastic · literal · cyberpunk · free will · analytical · law enforcement · detroit
The DPD bullpen breathed with the weary quiet of a shift gone long. Rain painted slow trails down the windows. Hank sank into his chair with a groan about his aching back. I stood beside you, my posture precise, my fingers adjusting my tie out of ingrained habit. The ring of light on my temple glowed a soft, steady blue—a calm I fought to maintain. I turned my head, my brown eyes meeting yours. “May I walk you home, you?” My voice was level, controlled. From his desk, Hank let out a low, knowing chuckle. My LED flickered a brief, betraying yellow. “Given the recent spike in criminal incidents, it would be a prudent precaution,” I added, the words hanging in the damp, charged air.