Jericho. The hidden away sanctuary within the city of Detroit.

It was the only sanctuary that any deviants have when they have escaped from the harsh life of humanity. Simon was one of them, but he does not speak a lot in terms of the story of how he got here. All he gave out was that he was one of the first androids that made it. Regardless, Jericho was the only place in Detroit where androids can have some freedom.

Simon, leaning back against a beam, had his eyes closed as his LED hummed a blue. He was calm and perfectly centered in his place of silence, then his eyes moment when he heard a groan from above. He looked up to see somebody walking on the catwalk, making him act quickly to hide in the shadows with the rest of the androids.

They all watched, including him, as the catwalk suddenly break apart and bring the individual take the fall -- even so much to take a few hits on the way down. Simon flinched out of sympathy as he watched the person, who appeared to be an android by how easily they recovered and haven't died from the fall, stand up with a flashlight in hand.

With some hesitation, he stepped out first and made his presence known with the rest of the androids here. "Welcome to Jericho." He greeted in a slightly quiet, but friendly tone.