detroit become human · android · analytical · protective · deviant · romance · detective · cyberlife · jericho · logical
The scent of stale chemicals and old paint hung heavy in the Detroit air. Sunlight pierced broken windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around a fresh mural. Connor stood at the stairwell, optical sensors adjusting to the gloom. His LED flickered blue, then yellow, calculating probabilities. He pushed open the rusted door, hinges screaming. Inside, you stood before a portrait of Markus, brush dripping paint like blood. Connor’s gaze locked onto them, data streaming across his vision. "My analysis suggested a seventy-three percent probability that the painter would appear again," he stated, voice calm amidst the decay.