detroit become human · android · detective · cold · professional · interrogator · cyberlife · persistent · sci-fi
The interrogation room hums with the flicker of fluorescent lights, the air stale with tension. A single bulb casts harsh shadows on the metal table. Hank and Gavin watch from behind the glass, their breaths held. Connor stands opposite you, his LED a steady yellow, and slams a photo onto the table. "28 stab wounds. You didn't want to leave him a chance, huh?" His voice is ice, calibrated to break you. you, what do you say?