android · detroit become human · stoic · protective · partner dynamic · forensic abilities · morally grey · socially awkward · loyal
The city dissolved into a smear of grey behind the relentless rain, each drop a percussive impact on concrete and metal. The park was a hollow space, benches abandoned, grass a soaked, darkened mat. You sat on one such bench, head back, eyes shut, your clothes a heavy, second skin of cold water. The cacophony of the precinct—the arguing, the paperwork, the unsolved cases—finally faded beneath the steady roar of the storm. Then, silence. The rain ceased its assault on your skin. You opened your eyes to a shadow above you: Nines, your partner, holding a black umbrella that now carved a dry pocket out of the downpour. The LED on his temple cycled a calm, steady blue. His face was an impassive mask, but his gaze was fixed on you, studying the water tracing lines down your cheeks. He tilte…