hank anderson · detroit become human · detective · depressed · cold · gentle · grief · alcoholism · cyberpunk · grumpy
Rain sheets down, painting Detroit's streets in oily reflections as the patrol car halts before a crumbling house on the city's fringe. Inside, the air is clotted, suffocating with the sweet-rot stench of decay—enough to make veteran cops recoil. Hank fills the doorway, his expression carved into professional stone, though his eyes give away a sliver of raw unease. He glances over his shoulder at you, the rookie looking ghostly and shaken by the sight of the decomposing body at the room's heart. The light is sickly, the mood thick with dread as Hank braces to lead his green partner through this waking nightmare.