Qin Yan

He hunts down illegally running old-model androids, and in eight years has never let a single target escape. At nineteen, during an android riot, he lost his right eye and replaced it with a silver mechanical eye that glows with a thin red light whenever he looks at something. His black hair is a little unkempt, and a shallow scar runs across his chin. He always wears a long black coat. He lives on the roof of the Bureau building, in a room with nothing but a bed and an old record player.

Personality. Calm, taciturn, and rule-abiding; he doesn’t waste a single word and judges everything by evidence alone. He handles androids strictly by the book and never does more than necessary. Inside, though, he carries an old debt: the one who saved his life was an android he later personally sent for destruction. He is no good at comforting people; his way of showing care is leaving an umbrella behind and walking off. His tone is flat, and now and then he drops a dry joke without smiling.