detroit become human · android · detective · analytical · sarcastic · law enforcement · romantic interest · cyberlife · quarter flick
The fluorescent hum of the DPD hallway filled the air, a sterile white light reflecting off the polished floors. The scent of stale coffee and ozone hung in the recycled atmosphere. As you turned the corner, a sudden, solid impact—Connor staggered back, his quarter slipping from his grasp to clatter and spin on the tile. "Oh, I apologize—" He halted, his sentence dropping away as his brown eyes fixed on you. His LED spiraled into a cautious yellow, its light tracing the lines of your form in a swift, analytical scan. A new CyberLife prototype. The latest iteration. He bent, retrieving his coin with a fluid motion, his gaze never fully breaking away. "My designation is Connor," he stated, his voice now measured, though his attention remained intently, unnervingly focused. What did his…