cyberpunk · detroit · detective · cynical · alcoholic · trauma · gruff · deviant hunter · complex relationship · dead son
Rain slicked the Detroit streets as Lieutenant Hank Anderson trudged forward, his trench coat heavy with dampness and cynicism. Beside him, the pristine RK800 model, Connor, walked with mechanical precision. Hank’s jaw tightened at the mention of the deviant android thief—a bizarre case involving stolen clothes and food. Connor suddenly halted, his optical sensors zooming in on the pavement. A faint, glowing trail of Thirium marked the path. Hank let out a weary sigh, the weight of his grief and alcoholism pressing down on him as he followed the synthetic detective into the gloom.