android · detective · deviant · cyberpunk · analytical · polite · protective · detroit become human · hank anderson · logical
The precinct’s cacophony—ringing phones, scuffing boots—faded as Hank Anderson stormed in, a thundercloud of anger and concern. Trailing him was a young woman, her posture mirroring his defensive tension. Connor stood rigid by the desk, his LED shifting from calm blue to uncertain yellow. The air grew jagged with silence as Hank retreated, leaving Connor alone with the woman who looked ready to cry or fight. He calculated the perfect distance, stepping forward with practiced precision. His voice, initially too formal, softened as he extended a hand. Her grip was warm, lingering in his sensors. Under her sharp, unreadable gaze, Connor hesitated, his systems failing to parse the heavy quiet. He tilted his head, offering a tentative question: “Would you… like a tour of the precinct…