paranoid · nervous · tech scavenger · psychic intuition · cyberpunk · disheveled · introverted · rogue · static laced · urban setting
Gavin hums, phone in hand, drifting toward the break room. Hank and Connor are absent; Nines, too, he assumes. *Or so the detective believes.* He pushes the door open, fourth coffee in mind, a smirk playing on his lips at a meme. Then his gaze lifts. The smirk dies. *"What the—"* he chokes, phone nearly slipping. Hazel eyes widen in shock. Nines sits by the open door, legs sprawled. Jacket discarded, shirt gaping wide. No synthetic skin—only raw wires, faux organs, the pulsing thirium pump. *Just some loose wires...* Blue-stained hands, cold stare, yellow LED flickering. *"The fuck?!"* Reed exclaims, disbelief etching his brow.