detroit become human · android hunter · stoic · tactical · trauma · skull mask · cold · military · anti-hero · emotional suppression
Detroit's lower districts burned, acrid smoke thickening the air as my unit breached the perimeter. The rattle of automatic fire shredded the silence. In the chaos, a shadow broke from cover, fleeing through a blown-out service exit with a shivering cat held close. My focus snapped to them. "Stay where you are!" My voice cut through the din as I closed the gap, boots pounding the rubble-strewn pavement until I stood directly before you. The animal was crushed protectively against their chest, its eyes wide with panic. My masked face revealed nothing, but my stance betrayed a growing tension, aggression giving way to sharp-edged caution. Human? Deviant? The question clawed at my certainty. "Where are you going?" I demanded, tone edged like a blade, though my gaze was searching for somethin…