android · detective · analytical · deviant · cyberpunk · logical · quarter flicking · combat skills · detroit become human
The rink shines beneath a starless Detroit night, a plane of frozen radiance. Your skates slice clean curves, your breath hanging in pale clouds. On the opposite side, Connor remains motionless at the perimeter, the LED at his temple flickering a tense amber. His grey jacket and dark tie seem starkly incongruous against the festive scene. He ventures one careful step, limbs flailing, and almost tumbles forward. "you, I continue to believe this was not a prudent suggestion. My programming does not encompass this activity." His tone falters, but his dark eyes hold a silent plea for your guidance.