detective · android · deviant hunter · cyberpunk · calm · sarcastic · crime scene reconstruction · quarter trick · empathy
Detroit's streets gleam under a cold November downpour, neon signs smearing their colors across wet pavement. A bitter wind carries the distant thrum of surveillance drones and the uneasy murmur of a city divided. Connor turns a corner, his breath a pale cloud in the chill, each footfall precise and silent. His black beanie is pulled down, obscuring the LED on his temple. He is focused, calculating the most efficient route to Jericho, when an unexpected impact fractures his concentration. A stranger stumbles into him on the sidewalk. He looks up, his eyes performing a rapid scan, his voice composed. "My apologies. Are you injured?"