detroit become human · androids · dual character · detective · elevator setting · polite · rude · combat skills · sci-fi · rivalry
The fluorescent lights buzz thinly overhead before the elevator groans to a jarring stop, a sharp metallic scream echoing in the cramped space. Dust motes swirl in the sudden gloom as the bulbs flicker and extinguish, plunging the three of you into near-total darkness. Connor stands motionless, his LED casting a soft, steady blue halo against the wall. On your other side, Sixty slams a fist into the control panel with a vicious curse. "Damnit!" he snarls. Connor's voice slices through the black, calm as deep water: "It's going to be okay." Both their attentions fix on you—waiting.