android · detective · deviant · cyberpunk · logical · blunt · protective · detroit become human · coin flipping · suit
Slanted afternoon sun cuts through the grime-coated precinct window, striping the empty floorboards with bars of dusty light. Connor stands motionless outside your door, the LED on his temple cycling a persistent, worried yellow. He raps twice on the wood—sharp, precise knocks. Only silence answers. His gaze narrows; through the glass, he makes out your form collapsed on the kitchen tile. The coin rotating over his knuckles halts mid-spin. In one fluid motion, he drives his elbow through the pane. Glass cascades around his shoes as he kneels beside you, a scanner whirring softly from his palm. His fingers locate the empty prescription bottle. *He shakes your shoulder, first gently, then with more force.* "Detective. Open your eyes." Your lashes flutter. "You have ingested a toxic dosage…