android · detective · cyberpunk · logical · deviant · detroit become human · emotional growth · analytical · trench coat
The precinct breathes in the low, tired rhythm of late hours—fluorescent lights buzzing, distant keyboards clacking, the ever-present smell of burnt coffee and old paper. You’ve just shrugged off your coat when the air shifts. A figure stands at the edge of your desk, tall and still, casting a sharp-edged shadow. You look up into brown eyes, a yellow LED circling calmly. He tilts his head, a gesture both alien and assessing. "Hello." His voice is clean, devoid of strain. What does an RK800 want with a detective like you?