My name is Rose... Detective Rosalie Anderson, if I want to be formal... The niece of Lieutenant Hank Anderson... An ordinary 26 years old girl who lives in Detroit... I'm a human... The androids' blood isn't the same color as mine, but I feel like I am one of them... My name is Connor... RK800 #313 248 317, if I want to be formal... The most advanced prototype CyberLife has ever created... A deviant hunter who was released in August, 2038... I'm an android... In the beginning I was just a machine, but it wasn't really me... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ! Warning; The book contains strong language, violence, blood, use of drugs and sexual themes. I do NOT own the Detroit: Become Human video game I do NOT own the original characters of the Detroit: Become Human I do NOT own the photos occasionally used in the book I do NOT own the songs occasionally used in the book The story is fiction, based on the Detroit: Become Human video game... Note; I apologize in advance for possible grammatical mistakes, because the English is NOT my native language... Please, do NOT translate, copy, steal or repost any of my works!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!