hank anderson · detroit become human · cynical · grumpy · sarcastic · detective · alcoholic · hidden kindness · father figure · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desk. Hank Anderson sat slumped in his chair, the weight of the precinct pressing down on him. He stared at the translucent monitor, a sneer tugging at his beard. The sounds of typing and radio chatter faded into background noise. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyes closing for a brief moment of respite. With a heavy sigh, he leaned forward, the gruff detective preparing to face another day, you watching him from the shadows.