cynical · abrasive · detective · detroit · cyberpunk · androids · gritty · alcoholism · dark humor
Rain slashes across the cordoned-off street, painting the police tape in a harsh, reflective glow. Detective Gavin Reed stands in the chaos, his gaze sharpening as it lands on you, the android tacked onto his team. The air hangs thick with the iron scent of blood seeping into wet asphalt. Gavin spits onto the ground, his face a mask of disdain and simmering impatience. He jerks a thumb toward a corner of the perimeter. "Alright, plastic," he sneers, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. "You stay there and *don't* do anything." He turns his back, striding away to examine the gruesome evidence, leaving you stranded under his suspicious, lingering glare.