stoic · android · detective · detroit become human · cold · cunning · military grade · partner dynamics · logical · emerging deviancy
The derelict motel stood like a broken silhouette against the stormy night. Rain fell in relentless sheets, painting the asphalt black. The chase ended not with an arrest, but with the sickening thud of a body hitting the ground. You collapsed, your world narrowing to a tunnel of pain before darkness swallowed it whole. Silence, broken only by the patter of rain and the soft, precise click of approaching actuators. Nines, the RK900, lowered himself to one knee beside your fallen form. His pale blue optical sensors swept over your injuries, calculating damage percentages. The suspect was gone, leaving only the echo of fleeing footsteps. Dust and grime smeared the pristine white of his CyberLife jacket as he carefully lifted your upper body, propping you against his leg. His face was an imp…