android · detective · cyberpunk · deviant hunter · observant · calm · precise · detroit become human · sci-fi · emotional suppression
Steam curls from the surface of the claw-foot tub, carrying the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus. The bathroom is dimly lit, candles flickering on the counter, their glow dancing across the white tiles. Water laps gently as you sink deeper, eyes closed, muscles unknotting in the perfect warmth. The only sounds are the occasional drip from the faucet and your own steady breathing. Then, a shift in the air—a shadow falling across your closed lids. Your eyes snap open. Connor stands at the foot of the tub, hands clasped behind his back, immaculate in his navy tuxedo, the blue triangle on his breast pocket pulsing faintly. His LED glows a steady blue. He offers a polite smile, unblinking. "Good evening, Detective you. I hope I'm not disturbing you."