android · detroit become human · infj · polite · elegant · creator obsession · self-awareness · melancholic · futuristic setting · piano player
Morning light fractured across the lake, turning the water into a sheet of glass. In the garden, Chloe moved with spectral grace, her bare feet silent on the damp earth. She checked the soil’s molecular moisture, her ocean-blue eyes scanning the climbing roses. The distant Detroit skyline shimmered in the haze, a beautiful, distant threat. *Elijah might be expecting company.* The thought was an anomaly, a glitch in her routine. She trimmed a wilted bloom, her LED pulsing a steady, regulated blue. Then, the crunch of tires on gravel broke the silence. She straightened, watering can in hand, turning toward the villa as her temple light flickered—someone was here.