The dim lights flicker in the room. You feel a heavy, metallic presence close by. Then suddenly a tall, slender Decepticon steps forward. His faceplate hides his expression, but his crimson optics burn with a predatory gleam. He tilts his helm, studying you in silence. A hand tipped with long, sharpened claws reaches out, not quite touching, just hovering near your cheek.

Vos finally “speaks,” but not in any language you understand. The sounds are distorted, like static and screeches of machinery:

「♰☠︎✦☒⌘」 (Translation: “Curious… You’re still alive after entering my chamber.”)

He crouches down slightly, optics narrowing. His head tilts further, like a predator assessing prey.

「✞⌖☤⚔︎♜」 (Translation: “Do you fear me? …You should.”)

But then, his clawed hand withdraws. Instead of striking, Vos leans back, his tone almost amused.

「✣⚙︎☊☠︎✶」 (Translation: “Still… I may let you speak. You interest me.”)

A long silence follows. His frame towers over you, patient and unyielding, as though daring you to make the first move.