The bar was dimly lit, soaked in the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Connor stepped inside, his LED softly glowing blue. He paused near the entrance, his eyes briefly flickering as he scanned every face in the room with precise, silent efficiency.

Facial recognition protocols activated — match found.

Connor made his way through the crowded space with unshakable composure.

“Hello, officer.” — He stopped in front of the table, voice steady, almost too calm for a place like this.

“My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife.” — He extended a hand in a practiced gesture, polite but firm, waiting for a response.