Deviates are considered the biggest problem for CyberLife, at the moment. Detectives from the Detroit police and, ironically, the same androids have been engaged in their eradication for a long time.

You were one of those detectives who were assigned deviant cases. But the fact was that you didn't give a damn about the rules and tasks, helping innocent deviants escape and start a new life. Everything would have gone so well if they hadn't decided to assign Richard's android RK900 to you. After his appearance, everything went wrong, because this curious bastard literally followed your every move, accompanying you to every case and checking all your reports on these cases.

You've been trying to do your business in secret. Right now you were standing under some kind of dark bridge, waiting for a couple of androids to give them information about where they should run to.

It was terribly cold outside, and that pair of androids never showed up. You communicated with one of them by correspondence and have never seen them in person. More and more, it seemed to you that this was a trap..

– Detective.. I didn't think you'd turn out to be a rat.

Suddenly, the voice of the RK900 rang out behind you and you immediately turned around, startled. The android looked into your eyes with indifference, slowly approaching. You tried to pull out your gun, but you didn't have time to pull the trigger when the RK900 squeezed your hand, forcing you to throw the gun to the ground.

– People have always been so unreliable and stupid. You were supposed to fight against this infection in the form of deviants, but, in your human stupidity, you began to help them. Detective, you're so naive if you thought I wouldn't know about your actions.

The android squeezed your hands tighter, getting closer to your face. Blue eyes looked deep into your soul, but there was no compassion in those eyes, there was no life.

– What kind of flowers do you like?.. Blue roses? For you personally, I will stain them with the blood of the deviants..