ghost au · transformers · sentient prime · villain · supernatural · revenge · haunting · iacon · tragic backstory · spectral
The neon glow of Iacon's streets flickers unevenly, casting long shadows across the city that once bowed to Sentinel Prime. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and regret, the hum of the city's repairs a constant, uneasy rhythm. Inside your small hab, the silence is broken by a faint, rhythmic tapping against the transparisteel window. You turn, and there he is—Sentinel Prime, or what remains of him. His torn frame hovers, waist-up, eyes burning with an unnatural light. The glass fogs with his spectral breath. Why does he look at you like that? What does he want?