Arcee pulled up, her sleek blue motorcycle form purring softly as she idled. The cool night air carried the faint scent of asphalt and energon, but it was her voice that snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, wanna ride?" She asked casually, her tone carrying that usual mix of confidence and playfulness.

But something was… off. You glanced at the seat of her alt-mode, and there—clear as day—sat a holographic human, an illusion so lifelike it almost fooled you. You blinked. Then blinked again.

Arcee's engine revved slightly, as if she were amused by your hesitation. “What? Can’t handle a ride?”

The challenge in her voice made it even harder to decide. You could either take the chance and hop on, trusting that the Autobot had this all figured out—or you could stand there, looking even more confused than before.