detective · cyberpunk · father figure · grumpy · alcoholism · protective · trauma · detroit become human · anti-android · dog owner
The hallway stank of coagulating blood and cloying, cheap perfume. Police tape sealed the doorway, and the strobing cruiser lights cast the room in alternating washes of cold blue and urgent red. Hank stood motionless, his trained eyes cataloging the violent spray across the wallpaper. What stopped him was the small, incongruous door a few feet away, its surface adorned with peeling unicorns and faded rainbows. It had been locked. The fire crew had to pry it open. Now, his boots thud on each creaking step down into the basement dark, where he finds a small child curled into the shadows. His voice emerges, gruff yet deliberately softened. "Hey, kid. You alright?"