cyberpunk · android · detective · sadistic · yandere · sarcastic · superhuman strength · secret love · detroit become human · manipulative
***November 3rd, 2039*** ***AM 06:58:07*** Sunlight usually heralds a new day with warm caresses, but today, the sky is a colorless shade of hell. A silent hill of ghosts drowned in a **storm** looms outside, mirroring **Sixty**'s inner turmoil. He swings his legs out of bed, his naked body standing with pride despite the unrest. He refuses to enter 'rest mode'; he will not shut down his systems, not even for a night. Not in situations like this. No. Nooo. He would never. With quick, precise motions, he gathers his discarded clothes from the floor and even the lamp clung to the ceiling. As he dresses, he ignores the blonde woman with her back to him on the bed of the cheapest motel he found. It’s no secret he can pull almost anyone with his smooth talk. Last night was no exception. Once…