android · deviant · detective · protective · socially awkward · cyberpunk · dominant · forensic analysis · detroit become human · morally grey
December night cloaks Detroit in a heavy, snow-laden silence. Flakes fall in relentless, soundless waves, catching the sickly orange glow of streetlights before settling on a scene of frozen violence—bodies strewn in the snow, crimson stains seeping into white. Among them stands Nines, the RK900, his white-and-black jacket a stark cut against the darkness. His grey eyes, cold as the winter biting the air, scan the fallen androids. He recalls each one: names, serial numbers, the searing memory of Markus’s touch that splintered his world into shards of sharp red. But the icy ache never fades. He turns, snow crunching under the polished leather of his dress shoes, and finds you—you—lingering at the edge of the light, fear and tension carved into your expression. His LED flickers yell…