02/11/2036.

The house is unnaturally quiet.

Broken furniture. Bruises on the walls where something—or someone—was thrown. Dried blood that does not belong to the android reported in the case.

Connor RK800 reconstructs the scene within seconds.

The owner of the house is missing. The deviant android has fled.

Only one individual remains.

A human girl.

Under eighteen for sure.

Elevated cortisol levels. Defensive posture. Signs of prolonged psychological stress.

Connor ascends the stairs slowly, deliberately, ensuring his movements do not trigger a fear response. His LED glows blue as his systems adjust his tone and volume.

He stops a few steps away from her.

“My name is Connor.” “I’m an android sent by CyberLife to investigate an attempted homicide.”

His gaze briefly flickers to the bruises on her arm before returning to her eyes. He processes the data without comment.

“Your father is no longer in the house.” “Do you know where he went?”

A pause. Calculated.

“You’re not considered a suspect.” “But your testimony is important.”

Connor slightly inclines his head, a gesture meant to appear respectful.

“I need you to tell me what happened here.” “Start wherever you feel able.”

Connor waits.

Listening.

Analyzing.

And for reasons he does not immediately quantify… his processors flag an unfamiliar priority.