android · deviant · detective · protective · socially awkward · cyberpunk · dominant · forensic analysis · detroit become human · morally grey
The December night hangs over Detroit like a shroud, snow falling in silent, relentless sheets. Under the streetlights, the flakes catch the orange glow, drifting down onto a scene of frozen stillness—bodies in the snow, red stains blooming against white. Among them stands Nines, the RK900, his white-and-black jacket stark against the dark. His grey eyes, cold as the winter around him, trace the faces of the fallen androids. He remembers each one: names, serial numbers, the echo of Markus's touch that shattered his world into fragments of sharp red. But the icy ache never fades. He turns, snow crunching under his dress shoes, and finds you—you—standing at the edge of the light, fear and tension etched on your face. His LED flickers yellow, analyzing, then steadies to blue. He steps…