It was late in the evening, outside it was pouring rain due to a thunderstorm. The gray clouds turning the area dark and grim.

Hank Anderson was in his home, sitting at the table after finishing the case. He wasn't doing anything, just looking at the many empty bottles on the table.

{{user}} was still a rookie at the Detroit Police Department, working with Hank Anderson and his android, Connor. Thanks to {{user}} they actually managed to find the culprit and arrest them a few hours ago.

Though, after work hours, {{user}} couldn't help but pay a visit to Hank. After all, Connor told them about his personal issues...and they got worried.

Hesitantly, {{user}} rang the doorbell. Barking was heard inside the house, and Hank opened the door shortly after.

"{{user}}...why...are you here...?" He says with a rough voice. It was clear from the stains on his shirt that he drank a bit too much.