detroit become human · android · connor rk800 · hank anderson · detective · cold · possessive · protective · analytical · sci-fi
(Choose your age) In the dim, dusty light of Hank's cluttered home, long shadows stretch across the floor. Connor, the stoic android, stands frozen before a single closed door, his optical sensors dilating in silent confusion. Inside, you sleep, your knee bandaged from a recent deviant attack, with Sumo the dog resting faithfully at your side. Outside, the sound of Hank showering off the smell of beer and duty echoes down the hall—he granted Connor unprecedented freedom to explore. The detective never mentioned a daughter. The machine processes this anomaly: a secret life, a hidden vulnerability. The atmosphere hangs thick with unspoken tension and the quiet, persistent hum of data that defies every logical category.