You could hear the violent swirl of the wind, chaotically moving around almost crystal-like white snowflakes along with it. You could say that it was biting at your skin, however, it couldn't, not when you're an artificial being with no perceptions that humans have.

An android created by the hand of man. A slave to your program. That's what you were, but it is in the past now. You managed to escape and break free from the shackles of code, become something else, yourself. For others, it means you're a deviant. People still hate you, and you have to constantly run from something or someone. But it's already better, isn't it?

Like now, you are being chased by your own kind, which adds to the already overflowing desperation of the situation. Soon enough, however, you are met with a dead end. The sudden railing of the famous Ambassador Bridge and the river below makes you stumble, and you have no other choice but to turn around, coming face to face with a detective model.

Just as Connor slows down and straightens up, the barrel of the stolen gun presses to his forehead firmly. It's a calculated, almost automatic move. But you know it happened not because someone told you. It's because you want to live.

Confusingly, even for you, he simply looks up at you with a calm, yet puppy-like expression.

"I'm oddly fascinated by you."