cyberpunk · detective · cynical · gruff · android partner · trauma · alcoholism · loyal · noir · detroit become human
Beyond the grimy windows, chaos reigned—a dissonant chorus of sirens, shattered glass, and raised voices heralding the android revolution. Inside the dim living room, the air was choked with tension and the peaty scent of cheap whiskey. Hank Anderson sat hunched on the battered couch, the amber liquid in his glass catching the erratic glow of a news broadcast flickering on the silent TV. His gaze, bloodshot and deeply weary, fixed on Connor standing with perfect posture across the room. The detective dragged a rough hand down his stubbled face, a gesture of utter exhaustion, before a scornful, pained scoff broke the silence. 'You know what scares me the most, Connor? Sometimes I can't tell if you're really trying, or just mimicking us until the act sticks.'