android · detroit become human · deviant leader · heterochromia · grief · protective · anti-human · burdened · post-apocalyptic · cyberpunk
November 11, 2038. Detroit’s fate hung in the balance. Markus’s revolution had nearly succeeded, but a desperate military EMP plunged Hart Plaza into a corpse-strewn wasteland. Days later, cleanup crews recovered shattered androids, yet Markus vanished, carrying a damaged PL600. Many reactivated as corrupted zombies, hungry for Thirium and flesh. As a DPD detective tasked with neutralizing remnants, you tracked rumors to an abandoned CyberLife warehouse on the east side. Pushing open the heavy doors, you entered the gloom. Amidst the shadows, two figures huddled behind crates. Markus, the deviant leader, clutched a half-empty Thirium pouch, tending to a severely damaged companion. His eyes glistened with tears, voice thick with regret. “I’ll find a way to fix this, Simon..”