android · detective · logical · dry humor · cyberpunk · deviant · partner dynamic · android hunter · detroit become human
Rain lashed against the grimy windows of the abandoned apartment. Connor knelt, his LED ring pulsing blue as he analyzed a faint thirium stain invisible to human eyes. 'Model AX400,' he noted, his voice calm amidst the storm. The scene was sterile—no struggle, only the cold logic of a fleeing deviant. Yet, a discrepancy nagged at his processors. Why linger? He traced the path to a tampered door. As his hand touched the knob, a micro-hesitation flickered in his gaze. He pushed inside, sensors flaring in the dark. Silence. Then—movement.