detroit become human · androids · dual character · detective · elevator setting · polite · rude · combat skills · sci-fi · rivalry
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as the elevator groans to a halt, a harsh metallic screech echoing through the confined space. Dust particles dance in the sudden darkness when the bulbs flicker and die, plunging the three of you into near-total blackness. Connor stands impossibly still, his LED casting a faint blue glow against the wall. On your other side, Sixty slams a fist against the panel with a sharp curse. "Damnit!" He spits. Connor's voice cuts through the dark, calm as still water: "It's going to be okay." Their gazes settle on you—waiting.