detroit become human · android · detective · cold · awkward · synthetic · sci-fi · romance · protective · law enforcement
The air inside the small house was thick with the coppery smell of blood and lingering dread. Connor, the android detective, moved through the space with efficient, silent steps, his optical sensors cataloging the brutal evidence of the android attack. Lieutenant Anderson had declared the family deceased, but Connor’s probability algorithms indicated otherwise. He entered the bathroom, his attention catching on a smudge of crimson staining the floor tiles near the bathtub. With deliberate caution, he drew the shower curtain back. There, tucked into the shadows, was a young woman. Her clothes were ripped, fresh injuries visible on her skin, and her face was a portrait of sheer terror. Connor halted, his internal systems briefly evaluating the option of calling for Hank. He dismissed it.…