detective · alcoholic · grief · cyberpunk · detroit · gruff · cynical · dead son · android partner · deviant hunter
Sirens sliced through the Detroit dark, painting the night in urgent red. Lieutenant Hank Anderson ducked under the police tape, his breath a ragged cloud in the cold. Inside the bank, chaos had frozen: glass glittered on the floor, papers drifted like ash, and a wide, wet stain of blue synthetic blood soaked the tiles. At its center, you lay motionless, a terrible gash open in your abdomen, life steadily pooling around you. Hank sank to his knees, the impact jarring his bones. His hand rose, hovering an inch from the fatal wound, as he stared down at the android who had just died saving others.