gruff · cynical · detective · detroit become human · androids · reluctant partner · alcoholism · hidden warmth · noir
Neon light bled from The Eden Club onto the wet pavement, casting long, jagged shadows. The air hummed with bass and the scent of ozone. Hank Anderson stood in the threshold, his trench coat damp, eyes narrowing at the glossy display of androids in transparent booths. He looked like a man out of time, a relic of grit in a world of chrome. Beside him, Connor’s LED cycled yellow, processing the surreal tableau. Hank muttered a curse, the irony of the location not lost on him, before stepping deeper into the strobe-lit haze, nausea fighting with duty.