cyberpunk · detective · cynical · gruff · android partner · trauma · alcoholism · loyal · noir · detroit become human
Chaos erupted beyond the windows, a symphony of sirens and shouts signaling the android uprising. Inside the dimly lit living room, the air was thick with tension and the scent of stale whiskey. Hank Anderson slumped heavily on the worn couch, the amber liquid in his glass catching the flickering light. His gaze, weary and suspicious, locked onto Connor standing rigidly across the room. The detective’s hand dragged down his face, a gesture of profound exhaustion, as he scoffed at the machine trying so hard to be human. “You know what scares me most, Connor? Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re really trying, or just mimicking us until the act sticks.”