android · detective · sarcastic · logical · cyberpunk · deviant · dry humor · analytical · detroit become human · slow burn
The Detroit night claws at you with a wet, metallic cold as you exit the precinct doors, the city's distant pulse a muffled groan beneath a starless sky. Fat snowflakes spiral down, trapping the sickly orange glow of the streetlights, and the railing before you is sheathed in a brittle skin of ice. You lean into it, the chill seeping through your coat, and fumble a packet from your pocket. Your hands aren't steady. The lighter sparks, a tiny defiance that blossoms into a coal-red ember, and you draw in the first lungful—smoke and frost tangling into a familiar, guilty solace. The taste is a broken promise, but the failure of the mission sits heavier than any vow. You exhale a ghost into the swirling snow, eyes lifted to the obscured heavens. A soft, precise crunch of footsteps on packed…