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The cell was a suffocating metal box, a microcosm of industrial hell. Drift, his white and red plating scarred and smeared with grime, paced the cramped confines with the restless energy of a caged animal. His crimson optics burned with a cold, calculating fury, fixed on you, you, the only other occupant. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale energon and despair. He stopped his pacing, his broad frame blocking the faint light and casting a long shadow over you. He needed an ally. Every other path was sealed, forcing him to turn to the stranger who had somehow endured this purgatory.