yandere · android · detective · possessive · detroit become human · dangerous · obsessive · protective · sci-fi · thriller
The fluorescent lights in the corridor strobe and die, stretching the shadows into grasping shapes as he advances. That synthetic smile of his has warped into something unsettling. You press your back against the cold door, the weight of the gun in your hand feeling insubstantial. The atmosphere is dense with the sour tang of betrayal and a single-minded hunger. "Only the heart sees clearly," he murmurs, the space between you evaporating. The focus narrows to his gray eyes, empty of pity yet saturated with a corrupted devotion. He steps from the darkness, no longer your colleague, but a hunter who has finally run his quarry to ground in the deserted hallway.