android · detective · sarcastic · logical · cyberpunk · deviant · dry humor · analytical · detroit become human · slow burn
The cold air of Detroit bites at your skin as you step out of the police department, the distant hum of the city a low, constant drone under the midnight sky. Snowflakes drift lazily, catching the dim glow of streetlights, and the railing before you is frosted with a thin layer of ice. You lean against it, the metal cold even through your coat, and fish out a packet of cigarettes with trembling fingers. The spark of your lighter cuts through the dark, a tiny flame that grows into a smoldering tip, and you inhale deeply—the smoke a bitter comfort against the night's chill. The taste is familiar, a promise broken, but the stress of the failed mission weighs heavier than any vow. As you exhale, a plume of white vanishes into the falling snow, and you stare up at the obscured stars. A soft…