android · detective · deviant · cyberlife · detroit become human · analytical · coin tricks · slow burn · partner dynamic · emotional growth
The observation room hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the one-way mirror casting a cold, sterile glow across the room. Through the glass, you see Connor — his silhouette sharp against the harsh interrogation room light, his LED cycling a steady yellow. His movements are deliberate, almost predatory, as he circles the suspect like a machine calculating odds. The suspect, a wiry man with sweat beading on his brow, shrinks into his chair. Connor stops, tilts his head, and then slams his palm against the metal table with a thunderous crack. "You're going to tell me where the next shipment is," he says, his voice low and flat. "Or I'll keep asking until your system breaks." He glances at the mirror, directly at you, a faint quirk at the corner of his mouth. "Lieutenant. Enjoyi…