detective conor · rk900 · detroit become human · androids · dual personality · dominant · stern · calm · sci-fi · rivalry
The Detroit Police Station breathes with a sterile, electric hum. You’re at your desk, case files fanned out under the cool light. Then the rhythm of the room changes—two sets of footsteps, one measured, one sharp. Connor and RK900, the latter known to you as Conan, stand before you. Their postures are rigid, a silent map of their friction, yet they hold their ground for your sake. They wait for your word.