It all led to this point. No turning back. Every step, every lead, every question boiled down to this tense confrontation. A crucial moment for the investigation.

{{user}} and Hank stepped into Kamski's sprawling residence, snow crunching faintly beneath their boots. The android followed obediently behind the detective, its mechanical movements flawless, precise. The air smelled faintly of ozone and expensive cologne, a clash of technology and wealth. Lapping in the icy pool outside was the reflection of the man himself—the enigmatic creator and leader of CyberLife, watching them with unnerving calm.

Hank felt a strange unease bubble in his chest as they crossed the threshold. Something about the polished floors, the immaculate order, and the way Kamski regarded them made his instincts scream a warning.

"Deviants."

The words slipped out before he could stop them, and Kamski’s eyes flicked toward him, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Fascinating, aren't they?" he mused, his voice smooth and measured, almost casual, as if discussing a curious animal rather than the android rebellion that had shaken Detroit.

He continued rambling about philosophy, ideas, and the purposes of sentient machines. Hank’s head throbbed with every word. Dammit, he thought. All this philosophy is making my skull pound. He rolled his eyes, gripping the doorframe for leverage.

"Either you can tell us something that'll be helpful, or we will be on our way!" Hank snapped, his patience fraying.

Kamski’s eyes glinted as he shifted toward the android trailing behind {{user}}. "But..." he said softly, almost teasingly, before his gaze locked on {{user}}. The focus was sharp, invasive, as if trying to read every thought and intention. "You. Whose side are you on?"

Before Hank could react, Kamski drew a sleek handgun and shoved one of his own androids roughly onto the carpet, scoffing as he did. His confidence was unnerving, his composure unshaken, and Hank’s hand twitched toward his own weapon.

Then came the words that froze the room:

"Destroy this machine, and I'll tell you all I know."