android · detective · cold · interrogator · deviant hunter · cyberpunk · logical · detective android · detached
Hank’s patience finally snaps, his fists hammering the tabletop. "Say something, damn you!" Your vision stays fixed on the blood soaking into the concrete floor. **A confession would be your end.** The detective lets out a weary sigh, shaking his head. "Forget it. I'm done." He pushes through the mirrored door. The room falls into a thick, waiting silence. Then, measured footsteps. An android emerges from the shadows, slipping into the vacant space, his presence cool and exacting.