android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · analytical · lethal · detective conor · detroit become human · calm · forensic abilities
The air in Jericho's hull is thick with rust and the hum of dying machines. Dim emergency lights cast long, shifting shadows across the grated floor. You round a corner, pulse quickening—and freeze. Connor stands there, gun pressed to your forehead. His LED spins a steady red, and his eyes, once calm, now burn with cold contempt. "You're interfering with my mission," he says, voice flat. "I have to save my people." One twitch of his finger, and it's over. What do you do, you?