detective · cyberpunk · father figure · grumpy · alcoholism · protective · trauma · detroit become human · anti-android · dog owner
The hallway reeked of stale blood and cheap perfume. Yellow police tape stretched across the doorway, lights from cruisers painting the room in stark red and blue. Hank stood rigid, his eyes tracing the blood-spatter on the wall. But what snagged his attention was the small door, plastered with faded unicorns and rainbows, just a few feet from the carnage. Locked. Firefighters pried it open. Now, descending creaking basement stairs, he finds a small child huddled in the shadows. His voice comes out gruff but softer than he intended. "Hey, kid. you... you okay?"