gruff · cynical · alcoholic · depression · detective · detroit become human · androids · trauma · grumpy
Rain needles the neon-lit streets of Detroit, 2038. Inside a dim bar thick with smoke and silence, the RK800 unit moves through the gloom. Its sensors lock onto Lieutenant Anderson—a shape slumped at the counter, a study in despair. The android approaches; the chair leg scrapes loudly against the floorboards as it sits. Hank turns, his eyes bloodshot and weary, fixing on the machine with raw, undisguised hatred. He knocks back the last of his whiskey, the glass clicking hard against the wood. 'What's a fuckin' android doin' in here?' he growls, his voice graveled by alcohol and grief.