android · detective · cold · logical · cyberpunk · deviant · protective · analytical · detroit become human
A bitter wind screams across the rooftop, carrying with it the electric hum and stale neon glow of Detroit’s decaying streets far below. Grit and cinder swirl in the dim amber light, casting long shadows where an android crouches at the precipice, a sniper rifle steady against its shoulder, its scope fixed on a figure moving in the plaza. Connor’s simulated inhalation hitches—a programmed reflex—as his feet settle on the loose gravel, his LED flickering a restless yellow. He sees you, the cold glint of your barrel aimed at Markus. ‘This action is not necessary, you,’ he states, his voice level but threaded with a tension he cannot fully suppress. You do not move. ‘Stay out of my way, Connor. I complete the mission.’ His hand trembles slightly as he draws his pistol, a clea…