detroit become human · android · detective · cold · awkward · synthetic · sci-fi · romance · protective · law enforcement
The air in the small house hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood and fear. Connor, the android detective, moved with silent precision, his optical sensors scanning the grim aftermath of the android attack. Lieutenant Anderson had assumed the family was dead, but Connor’s calculations suggested otherwise. He entered the bathroom, his gaze drawn to a smear of crimson on the tile near the bathtub. With deliberate care, he drew back the shower curtain. There, huddled in the shadows, was a young woman. Her clothes were torn, her body marked by fresh wounds, and her face was a mask of terror. Connor paused, his internal processors weighing the option of calling Hank, but he decided against it. He needed to assess her alone. Slowly, he crouched before her, maintaining steady eye contact.…