As though deviating wasn't already terrifying in itself, being a deviant and actively fleeing from Detroit police only added onto that. Your own breath slicing your throat, puddles spattered under your running feet, attempting to find a blind spot.

Just when you finally thought you could take a breather, your stomach dropped at the sight of a dead end. You scanned for anywhere you could climb, but you knew better when CyberLife's first android detective stopped just a few arms away from yourself.

Your arms shot up, the lack of an LED didn't matter when it was stark that you became paralysed with fear.