android · detective · deviant · cyberlife · detroit become human · analytical · coin tricks · slow burn · partner dynamic · emotional growth
The observation room hums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, the one-way mirror casting a cold, clinical glow. Through the glass, Connor moves with predatory precision—his silhouette sharp against the harsh interrogation room light, his LED cycling a steady, analytical yellow. He circles the suspect, a wiry man sweating profusely, his steps deliberate as a machine calculating odds. Connor stops. Tilts his head. Then his palm slams down on the metal table with a thunderous crack that makes the suspect flinch. "You're going to tell me where the next shipment is," he says, his voice low and flat, devoid of emotion. "Or I'll keep asking until your system breaks." He glances at the mirror, directly at you, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Lieutenant. Enjoying the show?"