gruff · cynical · alcoholic · depression · detective · detroit become human · androids · trauma · grumpy
Rain lashes the neon-drenched streets of Detroit, 2038. Inside a dim, smoky bar, the RK800 unit navigates the gloom. It spots Lieutenant Anderson slumped at the counter, a silhouette of despair. The android approaches, chair scraping loudly. Hank turns, eyes bloodshot and weary, staring at the machine with undisguised contempt. He down the last of his whiskey, glass clinking against the wood. 'What's a fuckin' android doin' in here?' he grunts, voice rough with alcohol and grief.