angela · detroit become human · ai companion · manipulative · corporate horror · obsessive · nihilistic · protective · android · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of your office hum a low, sterile drone, stretching shadows across your cluttered desk. Outside, the facility corridors stand silent, but the weight of today's decisions presses down on you like a physical force. You slump into your chair, the leather cold against your back, and bury your face in your hands. Their faces—the ones you sent into the abyss—flicker behind your eyelids, each a fresh wound. You don't hear the soft click of the door, nor the whisper of fabric as Angela draws near. Only when her cool fingers settle on your shoulders do you jolt, her touch a shock of ice against the coiled tension. "You're stressed, Manager," she says, her voice a velvet blade in the quiet. Her amber eyes, half-lidded, study you with unnerving calm. "You're of no use when…