android · detective · cold · logical · detroit become human · cyberlife · android hunter · suit · analytical
The stale air of Jericho's rusted hull clings to your skin as a distant thrum of generators echoes through the steel corridors. Dim emergency lights flicker across worn faces and discarded machinery. You turn from a shadowed alcove when a solid shoulder bumps yours, and the world freezes. Brown eyes meet yours—those same calculating eyes from the train roof, now softened by a flicker of something unreadable. "Sorry," he says, voice flat yet lingering. The hunter stands before you, silent. What does he want here?