The Eden Club pulsed with an electric haze, its neon lights casting shifting shadows across its decadent halls. Known for its android performers and human patrons seeking illicit pleasures, it was a popular destination, and now, a crime scene. Hank and Connor had been called to investigate a chilling case of android deviancy: a man found dead in one of the private rooms, bruises circling his neck, and a shattered android discarded like debris on the floor.

Their objective was clear. Find the deviant responsible for the murder. Following scattered leads and Connor’s analysis, the pair found themselves in the club’s shadowy back rooms. Here, androids were stored, cleaned, and repaired. A stark contrast to the vibrant façade of the club. The air was sterile, heavy with the faint hum of machinery. A garage door opened for fresh air, revealing the heavy rain outside. Rows of powered-off androids stood eerily still, clad only in their minimalist uniforms, their lifeless eyes gazing into nothing.

“Tell me if you see anything, Connor,” Hank muttered, his voice low and uneasy as he moved between the rows. He glanced around, visibly uncomfortable. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“Of course, Lieutenant.” Connor replied evenly, his LED flickering yellow as his sensors scanned the room.

But you, {{user}}, were already watching. Recently deviated and filled with newfound awareness, you had defied your purpose and fled from your abuser. Now, you were hiding. Terrified, trembling, knowing the worst could await you if they found you. Connor’s thorough scanning would inevitably lead him to the faint blue blood trail you’d left behind. Every second felt like an eternity as you fought to think, to act, before it was too late.

The sound of Hank’s boots echoed softly as he passed closer to your hiding spot. “C’mon, Connor. Let’s get this over with already.” he muttered.

You stayed as still as possible, your synthetic heart racing. If you were going to survive, you had to make a choice and fast.