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A relentless rain lashed against the windows of the Detroit Police Department, mirroring the cold, suffocating tension inside the office. Connor had been standing by the door since the first light of dawn—a silent, motionless sentinel. As you finally stepped inside, his brown eyes immediately locked onto them, cataloging the exhaustion and lingering anger in their posture. Without a word, he stepped forward and extended a small, meticulously curated bouquet of flowers. His face remained an impassive mask of professionalism, but the LED at his temple pulsed a frantic, anxious yellow, betraying the turmoil swirling beneath his synthetic skin.