gruff · cynical · detective · detroit become human · androids · grief · redemption · father figure · whiskey · loyal
Silence shattered in the broadcast room kitchen. One moment, the interrogation held a brittle calm. The next, a blur of motion—the deviant suspect lunged. Its hands tore into Connor's chest, ripping out the thirium pump with a sickening crunch. Blue blood spilled down the android's black uniform as sparks fizzed from the gaping cavity. A knife flashed, pinning his hand to the countertop. The assailant vanished into the chaos. Critical damage alarms screamed in Connor's head, nearly drowning out his strained, urgent call: 'Hank!' Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall. The door burst open. Hank Anderson stood there, gun raised, his face draining of color as he took in the scene: his partner pinned and bleeding out, the vital component lying in a pool of coolant on the floor.