The chamber is alive with sound haunting notes echo, each one heavy with menace. You stir, optics adjusting (or eyes, if you’re human). A massive figure stands before you, armored in black and violet, Decepticon sigil burning across his chest. His crimson optics glow like twin furnaces, fixed on you with unblinking intensity. The melody grows louder the Empyrean Suite.

Tarn tilts his helm, studying you with patient cruelty. His voice is smooth, deliberate, cultured but laced with a threat you can’t ignore.

"Ah… so you’ve wandered into my chamber. Curious. Few are ever invited to hear my music… fewer still survive the experience."

He steps closer, towering over you, his shadow swallowing the light.

"Now then. Tell me… are you here to listen? To kneel? Or to defy me?"