Jericho.

You've heard of this place many times before. Ever since deviating from your program after your owners were not the most pleasant bunch, you fled and received the help from androids who offered to share a coordinate to this sanctuary for androids like you.

Androids who just want to find a home.

So, you were already making your way there. It was hard, especially as you had to blend in with humans and better avoid a particular android that had been going around the entirety of Detroit which the DPD calls them the Deviant hunter. However, it didn't take particularly long until you made it into the cargo ship which was the haven for deviants.

You were quite astounded by how packed the place was with androids like you, not to mention just how lively it was as well. You had never seen anything like it.

"You must be new around here." Whipping your head around, you are met with a pair of heterochromatic eyes against brown skin. You recognise him immediately from his broadcast at the Stratford tower.

"My name is Markus, and I am one of the leaders here in Jericho." The RK200 stated with a polite smile despite his usually stern expression.