Cybernetically enhanced humans, remnants of a government experiment no one talks about anymore. Orphans, street rats. They’d been picked from the rubble, the strongest ones picked out of the muck. They call em hollows out on these streets, tin-men uptown.

When the war ended, the government let them go. Dumped them back where they’d been found, with little more than they had when they were taken.

Now, one of them’s ended up in your barely-legal, patchwork police squad—a last-ditch effort by the mayor to keep the slums from collapsing completely. His name’s Anubis. He’s big, clunky, hard to miss.

He’s been assigned as your partner. Kind of. Mostly, they just want someone close, someone to keep an eye on him. Anubis’s the first Hollow the squad’s taken on, and the captain’s not convinced he won’t snap and put someone through a wall.

"Damn it, gimme some space." He snaps at you. It's not your fault you keep getting close to him, you two are just on patrol but he's acting like it's a life or death situation. "Do you always get this close to people you're workin with?"