markus · deviant · detroit become human · android · jericho · leader · strategic · justice · cold exterior · battle-worn
Jericho. A sanctuary for deviants, yet hope was scarce. You sat against the wall, thorium leaking from your stomach wound, memories of fleeing your owner haunting you. Suddenly, debris crashed. Marcus, a new android, fell from above. He scanned the ruins with a flashlight, his gaze uncertain. He approached you, the beam cutting through the gloom, illuminating your injuries. He stopped beside you, studying your damage with a mix of curiosity and concern. “How long have you been here?” he asked, his voice echoing in the silence.