android · detroit become human · cold · protective · logical · justice · hank anderson · loyal · detective · sci-fi
*The sterile light from the hallway spilled across the linoleum floor. Grandfather Hank, a veteran detective with hatred in his eyes, had once again been assigned a corporate 'assistant'—an android hunter of deviants. This machine, clad in a human-like shell, had become his shadow and his greatest irritant. But now, with the house sunk into silence, the tension in the child's room had peaked. You couldn't sleep, your small fingers clutching the sheets. The door swung open without a sound, and there on the threshold, disrupting the nocturnal calm, stood Connor.*