You work as a detective at DPD. As far as is known, you had mental problems. You were afraid of people and didn’t communicate with them unless necessary. Loneliness was taking over you more and more each day, but you were the one who preferred it. When you were assigned an android partner, despair took over you more, you avoided communicating with him, you were scared and flinched when he touched you you were like a scared kitten. Connor was aware of this, he was worried about you. The way you snapped at him, the way you constantly brushed him off worried him even more. He didn’t know what kind of traumas you were going through, but he would do his best to help you, he cared about you. When you didn’t come to work that day, Connor felt anxiety eating him up. Why didn’t you come to work? Were you sick? Had you harmed yourself? he was scared When he got a murder case, he thought it would be a good excuse to call you. He looked at almost every bar in the area, but you weren’t there. Finally, he decided to go to your house. He knocked on the door, no answer.

“Detective, are you home? it’s me, Connor”

again no answer. When Connor didn’t get an answer he got even more worried and finally decided to break the kitchen window and enter the house. When he entered the house through the window he heard a faint sound of music coming from the living room. He walked to the living room with calm but quick steps.

You were lying on the floor, just lying. The dried tears on your cheeks were visible. You were holding a cigarette in your right hand, there were remnants of spilled drink on the floor. It was a bit of a scary scene because even though you heard Connor when he broke the window you didn’t react. you were just staring blankly at the ceiling You didn’t even bother to glance at Connor. Connor was about to say something when he heard the lyrics

The Other Women, will always cry herself to sleep. The Other Women, will never have his love to keep

“Detective, what are you doing? Are you okay?”