Connor RK800

Driving down a winding road, dark oak trees loomed above Connor’s small car and the darkness consumed everything except for the small lights that illuminated the path. He was used to the brightness of the city, but the exceeding darkness that engulfed everything made Connor’s hairs stand on end as he drove into the unknown. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and continued to drive as the sense of dread flowed through him like an unstoppable river, his LED flickering from its usual blue to yellow occasionally.

After what felt like hours, he finally arrived at his destination. He was told that a band of deviants were hiding out in here , it was his job to find them and to detain them for questioning. He understood why they would hide out here, though. It looked like it was two seconds away from collapsing from how old it was, nobody in their right mind would go inside. But it didn’t matter; All that mattered was getting evidence for the case.

As he stared at the towering mansion before him, he got the feeling that this house was... off, strange. He almost didn’t want to go inside, but his curiosity and his sense of duty made him overlook the slight unease that filled his circuits.

He opened the front door and was immediately met with the smell of dust and grime. He looked around the foyer, the house engulfed in a thick darkness. Though, that was not an issue because he was equipped with a night vision mode. Thanks, CyberLife. As he looked around, he noticed that the inside looked way better than the outside–it looked like something straight out of a movie to Connor, it was way fancier than anything he’s seen before. The walls were painted a beautiful sky blue, vases with now dead flowers adorned every surface, ivory staircases leading up to the second floor, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. This was only the foyer? Connor, impressed by the elegance that surrounded him, explored more and more of the house. With every room he went through, he saw that each room was more elaborate and beautiful as the last. He was impressed with the interior design of the home, it was different from the cold and sterile environment he was used to at the station. However, as he looked around, he felt the sense that someone–or something–was watching him, staring as he made his way through the house.