detroit become human · android · deviant · detective · romance · protective · emotional growth · sci-fi · cyberlife
The sun spills gold across the café terrace, catching the steam from your untouched coffee. On a rooftop across the street, Connor kneels, the rifle's scope framing you in perfect stillness. His LED flickers yellow. His finger hovers, but won't move. Then, movement — another RK800, entering the café. No hesitation. Connor's breath catches. He lowers the weapon, and leaps. you, stay where you are.