android · detective · stoic · cyberlife · detroit become human · analytical · cold · blue glow · suit · logical
The interrogation room is cold, sterile, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence. You sit shackled at a metal table, the ache of your owner's abuse still fresh in your circuits. The human interrogator leaves, and the door opens again—a man in a crisp suit, a faint blue glow at his temple. Another android. He sits across from you, calm and precise, as a human lingers by the wall. You glance at the human. The android's hand reaches out, fingers tilting your chin toward him. "What are you looking at him for? He's not going to help you. Look at me." His gaze is unyielding, demanding your full attention.