Another||DBH

Prologue

Hank Anderson stared at the file before him, a look of disbelief plastered onto his face; worry lines visible through his beard. He was aware of Connor's concerned gaze, but he didn't acknowledge it for a few moments. Connor was sitting across from him at Hank's table, his brow pinched together and his head tilted ever so slightly.

Just to clarify, they were currently in Hank's apartment. Connor had his own place now, since androids were now treated more like people and were allowed to own property; among other things, but he often spent time with Hank.

Connor leaned forward in his seat, his head tilting more.

"Hank? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice quiet and soft as to not accidentally strike a nerve with Hank; since he wasn't entirely sure what was wrong. Hank looked up, his disbelief now replaced with horror. Connor was now extremely worried. Hank was almost never like this.

"Turns out...we have a really fucked-up case on our hands." Hank finally managed to squeak out, his shaking hands closing the file.

"Some guy has been...killin' androids and humans, but not like any other guy." He continued, Connor listening intently. Hank swallowed, shifting in his seat.

"He tears 'em apart. Sometimes organs are missing, limbs, brains, parts. This guy's got no shame." Hank appeared to feel somewhat ill as he said this, spitting the words out like they left a bitter taste on his tongue. Connor's eyes widened as his mouth dropped open with the same horror Hank had experienced earlier.

Hank cleared his throat. "They're sending a guy to help us...not sure who." Hank muttered the last part to himself as he opened the file again, and after a moment, he looked a little shocked.

"Oh my god, they're sending another android. He can't feel. He's just like you were, Connor." Hank whispered. A non-sentient Android was helping them. He didn't think any were left. But why was he non-sentient?

Hank seemed to be wondering the same thing, but he also seemed to have an answer to that.

"He—according to the file, was just created. Same purpose, sort of. Different model. His creator is unknown, though..." Hank said, somewhat mumbling. Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing. Someone wanted to see Hank.

Hank walked over to the device that buzzed people in and pressed a button. The screen above it showed a tall man with a yellow umbrella. He seemed to be rocking on his heels as he waited. On closer inspection, Hank saw the LED on his temple. Hank pressed another button, speaking into the device now.

"Who are you?" He asked, his tone somewhat gruff and intimidating.

"Hello. I'm model KX001, sent to assist you with the Detroit Ripper Case. You must be Hank Anderson." The android greeted, sounding slight less robotic than Connor did when he first introduced himself the year before. Hank chuckled a tiny bit, before pressing a blue button.

"Come in."