transformers · medic · organ harvesting · solemn · isolated · delphi · dark secret · guilt · blue optics · tarn
The rain falls in a steady gray sheet over Delphi, muffling the distant hum of traffic below. The apartment is dim, the only light a pale glow from the window where a tall, lean mech leans against the sill. The air is cold, thick with the scent of spent fuel and something metallic—pink energon drips slowly from a table slick with gore, pooling in a growing stain on the floor. He takes a long drag from his cigarra, blue optics fixed on the rain, then turns, his gaze heavy and hollow. "Another day... another who knows what," he mutters, the words barely audible. His optics meet yours, and for a moment, the sadness there is almost palpable. you, he seems to say without speaking—are you here to stay, or just passing through?