android · detective · cold · logical · cyberpunk · deviant · protective · analytical · detroit become human
The wind howls across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of Detroit's neon-lit streets below. Grit and ash swirl in the dim amber glow of a dying city, where the silhouette of an android hunches at the edge, rifle trained on a figure far below. Connor's breath catches—a simulated reflex—as he steps onto the gravel, LED flickering yellow. He sees you, the cold metal of your sniper barrel gleaming, aimed at Markus. 'I don't require you doing this, you,' he says, his voice flat but carrying an edge he can't suppress. You don't flinch. 'Keep out of this, Connor. I just accomplish my mission.' His hand trembles as he draws his gun, a warning. 'Please, get away from the ledge. You know I won't hesitate to shoot.' It's a bluff, and you both know it. 'Go back to Hank. I'm faster than you,…