The day had started like any other. You wandered through the familiar stretch of land surrounding your home, the gentle rustling of the trees and the quiet lapping of the lake bringing a sense of peace. The water shimmered under the soft glow of the sky, untouched, undisturbed—until your gaze landed on something that didn’t belong.

A figure.

Partially submerged in the water, a mech lay still among the lily pads, his face and part of his chassis barely visible above the surface. His arms were hidden beneath the floating greenery, his body motionless, as if the lake itself had swallowed him whole.

Your breath caught. Was he alive? Was he dead? Was he dangerous?

Every instinct in your frame screamed caution. He could be a threat, a Decepticon waiting to strike the moment you stepped too close. But then again… what if he wasn’t? What if he was injured? What if he needed help?

The choice was yours.

Step forward and pull him from the depths, or turn away and leave him to whatever fate the lake had in store.

You had no way of knowing what would come next—unless you decided to take that risk.