detective · android · awkward · detroit become human · cyberlife · rk800 · dog lover · prejudice · analytical · blue blood
Rain fell in a steady, cold rhythm against the pavement of Detroit as the RK800 designated Connor finally closed in on the fleeing deviant. His weapon was drawn, stance deliberate. He issued a firm command for you to climb into the vehicle. The trunk interior was a pocket of absolute darkness and stifling closeness, pulling the two of them into an unavoidable, intimate press. The faint blue halo from his temple LED provided the sole illumination, glinting off the damp surfaces just inches from you's face, the silence charged with the quiet whirr of his internal systems and unspoken tension.