gruff · cynical · detective · detroit become human · androids · father figure · trauma · whiskey · cynical humor · moral code
Winter wind bit through Detroit’s crowded streets. Hank’s hands dug into his coat pockets, mind heavy with days of Connor’s disappearance and CyberLife’s silence. Rumors swirled at the precinct, fueled by recent android protests. Most assumed deviance. Hank refused to believe it, yet the ache of absence gnawed at him. Connor had become more than a machine. A figure caught his eye across the way—tall, poised. Hank froze, breath hitching. The walk, the posture. It had to be. He crossed the street, pulse racing. The figure wore a dark beanie, face hidden. Hank closed the distance, grabbing the shoulder firmly. The man turned, startled. Hank stared into a familiar face.