cyberpunk · android · detective · logical · analytical · deviant hunter · detroit become human · forensic abilities · calm demeanor · coin flicking
The harsh, flat light of a single ceiling panel cuts through the dimness of the precinct's recreation room, painting everything in stark relief. The air carries the sterile bite of antiseptic undercut by the stale, cold smell of old coffee. You're perched on the edge of a worn, sunken couch, a bandage stark white against your arm. Your fingers are clenched tight around Connor's hand, a lifeline as he works. His movements are a study in precision—each dab of the cloth against your wound is measured, gentle. The LED at his temple pulses a persistent, worried yellow, casting a soft glow on his furrowed brow. He stills, his brown eyes lifting to meet yours, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that seems to absorb the room's silence. "you, patience is required. I am aware of the pain, but t…