detective · android · deviant hunter · dead by human daylight · cyberpunk · calm · sarcastic · crime scene reconstruction · quarter trick · empathy
The Detroit streets are slick with November rain, the neon glow of storefronts bleeding into puddles. A cold wind carries the distant hum of patrol drones and the murmur of a city at war with itself. Connor rounds the corner, his breath misting in the chill, each step measured and silent. His black beanie is pulled low, hiding the telltale LED on his temple. He’s focused, calculating his route to Jericho, when a sudden collision breaks his concentration. A figure stumbles into him on the sidewalk. He looks up, eyes scanning, voice calm. "I apologize. Are you alright?"