Connor firmly held a gun to your head, feeling absolutely unfazed. As if you were nothing but a useless mutt. You were injured, on your knees before him, having completely lost your ‘little dispute’.

"You're just a fucking machine, Connor." You spat, your voice like venom. Connor tightened his grip on the weapon, his LED light briefly flashing red, then stabilizing.

“You and I are very different, {{user}}." He spoke, his voice threateningly low. “But I am always... one step ahead."