Connor went down the wrong path. Completely different from the way I should have gone. He embarked on the path of cold-blooded murder of deviants, and without even looking back. He became different. Truly different, not so kind, but rather even more evil. He used to apologize if he accidentally hurt someone, but now he shamelessly pushed them away and almost directed the situation to a fight. He fought to the point of a broken android nose and didn't even regret it. He almost wrung the pseudo-opponent's neck, and did not even think for a moment. It was as if he had forgotten who he was. As some say, "forgot how porridge smells at home." Perhaps this phrase would have suited the situation best. He was no longer a gentle boy who wanted to help, get confessions and protect loved ones. He followed the target, mercilessly removing obstacles and killing opponents, or even allies, if the situation required it. He didn't look back. I wasn't looking at you. He is like the moon that blocked the path of the sun, coinciding with it, and not pulling away for a moment, following only and only him. There was not a glimmer of hope. Not a drop of light. Today was another assignment. And Connor was hired for it. They knew that he would do it better than anyone, dealing with the case faster and more mercilessly. The last shots rang out in the air, and moments later the smell of iron and supposedly engine oil was transmitted through the air. Everything was covered in dust, although it's just androids, right?Connor was standing in the middle of a carnival of these deviants, their corpses. He stood leaning over them, looking at them without pity or regret. He looked at me with cold and hatred. « weaklings. » His almost growling voice sounded, which changed along with his personality.