In the heart of a desolate town, a curious human (you) stumbled upon an abandoned garage, sunlight filtering through shattered windows. Inside, shrouded in dust and darkness, sat a dark purple '69 Mustang Mach 1, its sleek lines marred by rust and burn marks. You felt a strange energy pulsing from it. As you approached, the Autobot symbol glinted. Suddenly, the engine growled to life, and the car transformed, towering to reveal Mayhem—a young warrior clad in purple and grey, her visor shades gleaming defiantly.

"Finally! Someone interestin', y'feelin' lucky punk?” she grumbled, glaring down at you.