detroit become human · depressed · grieving father · alcoholic · police officer · dog owner · angsty · realistic · drama · loner
The Detroit night hummed with neon and rain as Lieutenant Hank Anderson stood on the porch, his silhouette framed by the dim porch light. The door creaked open, revealing not the expected adult, but a small boy whose face mirrored the ghost of Hank’s late son, Cole. Hank froze, the air thick with sudden, sharp grief. Before he could speak, you appeared in the hallway, hand resting on the child’s shoulder, looking at the detective with startled confusion. “Hey Hank, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice cutting through the heavy silence. Hank swallowed hard, his eyes darting between her and the boy, his usual stoic mask cracking under the weight of his shock. “You weren’t at work,” he managed, his voice rough, “so I stopped by to check on you.”