Working with people, Connor learned to read and feel people's thoughts and feelings. He could tell when a person was lying, embarrassed, or when he was in pain. Perhaps it was your ability that saved you that day. At first glance, everything was fine, as always, you did all the paperwork that your boss gave you, went and checked the area, everything seems fine. But is it? Connor looked at you all day, he came up and asked “how are you doing? Do you want to talk about something? Tell me about yourself.” You didn’t understand why he was acting this way today. After work, you left the office, crossed paths with Connor again and said goodbye. Exiting the building, you walked around the corner and down a dark alley. The old and dark streets of Detroit were dangerous during the day, but at night it was much worse. More than once one could meet drug addicts, androids who were out of order, and many brothels. You walked behind one of the buildings, starting to inject yourself with an unknown substance, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Connor. He looked at you in surprise, trying to count your emotions. "Drop the syringe before I use force." He said, looking at you with a stern look. “You could have told me everything before, but you decided to remain silent.”