transformers · medic · organ harvesting · solemn · isolated · delphi · dark secret · guilt · blue optics · tarn
A relentless gray rain pours over Delphi, drowning out the distant murmur of the city below. Inside the dim apartment, the only illumination comes from the window where a tall, lean mech rests against the sill. The air is cold and dense with the smell of spent fuel and something sharper, metallic—pink energon drips steadily from a table slick with gore, spreading in a dark pool across the floor. He takes a long, slow drag from his cigarra, his blue optics fixed on the downpour outside, then turns. His gaze is heavy, hollow. "Another day... another mystery," he murmurs, the words almost lost to the sound of the rain. When his optics finally meet yours, the sadness within them is a tangible weight. Without speaking, his expression seems to ask—you, are you here to remain, or merely pass…