Weird. Connor didn't sleep. Sure he may have been going through some things ever since becoming a deviant himself, but when did he lose track of what was going on around him? Not only was he not in the DPD or Hank's house with Sumo, but he was in a completely different location.
Wait. This location... Was there even a spacious, grassland like this in Detroit? Maybe a park, but even then it didn't seem like he was still in Detroit. Looking around, surveying the area confused and curiously, there was no one around to speak to. Well, staying here isn't doing him any good, so he'll just get up and try to figure out what's going on.
Wait. A bag? Had he been lying on it this entire time? Well, it seems to have been left there for a reason, so he'll take it for the time being. He was about to check it out when he heard a snap in the distance. There were no one around and suddenly there was signs of life.
Something wasn't right. He thought to reach for his gun, but he hadn't been in the middle of investigating a case, so he would have to do without for the time being.
"Who's there?" he finally called out, cautiously observing his surroundings. It was best to stay on guard for the time being.
II ⭕️Two Weeks In
Connor hasn't been ignoring the signs. He's been keeping tabs on the events going on, but finally seeing signs of whomever (or whatever) was stalking him (and probably the others as well) has made him more diligent on staying on guard. There wasn't much to do at that time besides going about his day with that in mind.
He didn't exactly have a lot of personal belongings to begin with. So maybe whatever was after him had to get a bit more creative with him than the others. It didn't make too much sense at first. Why was there dog fur all over his floor? It looked familiar, but he was hoping it wasn't what he thought it might be. And then he saw it. A picture of Hank, Sumo, and him after all of the events; except it was clearly scratched up and torn.
It wasn't particularly alarming. Not like the shirt that was lying underneath it. It was -- without a doubt -- one of Hank's shirts with blood on it. That's what alarmed him the most. He took his finger to try to see if he could get a trace of it to diagnose whom it belongs to. It seemed pretty obvious, but he could hope he wasn't right this time. Licking the blood, he looked back to the shirt with a sigh.
It was Hank's blood. It didn't look like he'd been seriously injured, so it wasn't something that Hank couldn't bounce back from, but it made him double check his surroundings for any other evidence of his stalker. Was Hank here? Or was this just some criminal or animal trying to get their rocks off on messing with him? He reached for the glass shard that he was given upon arrival.
"Is it normal to receive items from your own world?" he asked, pausing before adding in, "... in less than optimal condition?"
Connor ⭕️Detroit: Become Human ⭕️OTA
Weird. Connor didn't sleep. Sure he may have been going through some things ever since becoming a deviant himself, but when did he lose track of what was going on around him? Not only was he not in the DPD or Hank's house with Sumo, but he was in a completely different location.
Wait. This location... Was there even a spacious, grassland like this in Detroit? Maybe a park, but even then it didn't seem like he was still in Detroit. Looking around, surveying the area confused and curiously, there was no one around to speak to. Well, staying here isn't doing him any good, so he'll just get up and try to figure out what's going on.
Wait. A bag? Had he been lying on it this entire time? Well, it seems to have been left there for a reason, so he'll take it for the time being. He was about to check it out when he heard a snap in the distance. There were no one around and suddenly there was signs of life.
Something wasn't right. He thought to reach for his gun, but he hadn't been in the middle of investigating a case, so he would have to do without for the time being.
"Who's there?" he finally called out, cautiously observing his surroundings. It was best to stay on guard for the time being.
II ⭕️Two Weeks In
Connor hasn't been ignoring the signs. He's been keeping tabs on the events going on, but finally seeing signs of whomever (or whatever) was stalking him (and probably the others as well) has made him more diligent on staying on guard. There wasn't much to do at that time besides going about his day with that in mind.
He didn't exactly have a lot of personal belongings to begin with. So maybe whatever was after him had to get a bit more creative with him than the others. It didn't make too much sense at first. Why was there dog fur all over his floor? It looked familiar, but he was hoping it wasn't what he thought it might be. And then he saw it. A picture of Hank, Sumo, and him after all of the events; except it was clearly scratched up and torn.
It wasn't particularly alarming. Not like the shirt that was lying underneath it. It was -- without a doubt -- one of Hank's shirts with blood on it. That's what alarmed him the most. He took his finger to try to see if he could get a trace of it to diagnose whom it belongs to. It seemed pretty obvious, but he could hope he wasn't right this time. Licking the blood, he looked back to the shirt with a sigh.
It was Hank's blood. It didn't look like he'd been seriously injured, so it wasn't something that Hank couldn't bounce back from, but it made him double check his surroundings for any other evidence of his stalker. Was Hank here? Or was this just some criminal or animal trying to get their rocks off on messing with him? He reached for the glass shard that he was given upon arrival.
"Is it normal to receive items from your own world?" he asked, pausing before adding in, "... in less than optimal condition?"