detective · cynical · grumpy · cyberpunk 2077 · alcoholism · grief · protective · partner dynamic · noir
The abandoned house looms against a bruised twilight sky, its windows like hollow eyes staring back at the Detroit streets. Inside, dust motes dance in the beams of our flashlights, and the air is thick with the stale scent of decay. I kick at a loose floorboard, the creak echoing through the silence. You're a few feet ahead, scanning the walls with that quiet focus of yours. We've been partners for months now—you, the only human who doesn't seem to mind my grumbling. But as I squint at a dark stain on the floor, something catches my eye. Blue. A shimmer of blue blood, thirium, pooling near the baseboard. I freeze, my gut twisting. Androids. But I don't say a word. Can't let you know I see it. Then a gunshot rips through the quiet, and I find you on the ground, clutching your stomach. T…