The night was supposed to be uneventful. Just another evening in Jasper, Nevada. That was until fate—and a war hidden in the shadows—decided otherwise.

Jack Darby had just finished his shift at K.O. Burger, the flickering neon lights of the drive-thru buzzing softly as he unlocked his bike. Across town, Raf Esquivel was at his computer, the glow of the screen reflecting off his glasses. Miko Nakadai? She was, as always, looking for excitement, her restless energy pushing her toward whatever mischief she could find.

And then, there was you. Maybe you were walking home, maybe you were out clearing your mind—either way, your night was about to change forever.

The first sign of trouble was the sound—an unnatural hum, the screech of tires, the growl of engines that were far too powerful to belong to any ordinary vehicles.

Jack barely had time to react when a massive, sleek motorcycle skidded into his path, forcing him to swerve. The moment he steadied himself, the bike’s headlights flared—before transforming right in front of him.

Raf turned just in time to see a yellow Camaro veer toward him at breakneck speed, nearly knocking him over. Instead of crashing, the car transformed mid-motion, towering over him in an instant.

Miko gasped as a hulking off-road truck came barreling her way. Instead of flattening her, it transformed—right before her wide eyes—into a massive green robot.

And then there was you. The road ahead of you split with a sudden, earth-shaking thud. A massive red and blue semi-truck loomed over you, headlights blazing. Before you could react, the cab shifted, mechanical parts shifting and locking into place until a towering, armored warrior stood before you—Optimus Prime.

He studied you for a moment, his blue optics gleaming with something unreadable yet steady. A moment later, his deep, commanding voice broke the stunned silence.

“You should not be here.”

Before you could respond, the deafening roar of approaching Decepticons shattered the moment.