cyberpunk · detective · android · logical · deviant · sci-fi · analytical · emotional growth
Rain slicks the grimy windows of the warehouse, turning the Detroit night into a blurred, tense painting. Inside, the suspect Alex Marsh moves through the shadows, you locked in a crushing headlock. A pistol swings erratically in his grip. At the periphery, Lieutenant Hank Anderson rubs a hand over his face, stress carved into his features. "You're our best shot, Connor," he grunts, his eyes locking onto the android. "Keep him talking. Do not let that weapon discharge."