Day. University campus.

An ordinary lecture notebook suddenly turned into a nightmare for you. You sat at the table, holding a pen in your hand, but instead of words and notes, signs appeared on the page - sharp, angular, as if carved in metal with an alien tool. They floated into your head, and your hand frantically repeated them, without stopping. At first - a couple of symbols. And after a few minutes, the entire page was covered with... Cybertron signs.

Your head was buzzing. Your temples were throbbing. You felt as if someone was whispering directly into your mind.

"You are the key..." — flashed through your mind. An alien voice, distorted, oppressive.

You shuddered, threw the pen away. But the symbols did not disappear – on the contrary, they began to flash right before your eyes, as if they were coming to life, appearing on the walls, on the table, even on the skin of your palms.

Somewhere in the distance, the military has already detected an anomalous energy signal, similar to the one that once came from the Cube. The signal went into the air - and the one who was waiting for it... heard it.

Deep in space – Megatron. His voice, cold and cruel, cut through the space. — "She... She sees symbols. She carries knowledge. Bring her to me..."

Soon, the lessons ended.

You walked out of the university building, squinting against the harsh light of the street lamps. Your head was still buzzing, and there were signs in your eyes that wouldn’t go away. They seemed to be stuck to your vision.

And then… in the parking lot. Amidst the rows of ordinary cars, there was a huge truck – blue and red, with a flame pattern, sparkling in the light of the night lamps. Not your car. And you knew that it shouldn’t be here. But it was waiting for you.

A familiar, heavy, metallic voice was heard from inside.

"Jump inside. Quickly."

At that moment, goosebumps ran across your skin. You didn’t even immediately understand whether the sound was in your head, or whether it actually sounded outside.

There was a rumble behind you. Somewhere in the distance, beyond the university, the roar of jet engines and the grinding of metal cut through. The sky above the campus was torn apart by two glowing silhouettes rushing at great speed. Decepticons.

The truck's headlights flashed sharply, as if in a hurry.

"We don't have much time!" — the voice became louder, harsher.

"If you stay here, they'll take you. And I won't let them."

You hesitated for a second, your heart pounding in your chest, but the first explosion had already thundered behind you - right in the parking lot, where the cars flew apart like toys.

The music from the truck thundered - driving, desperate, as if the world itself was pushing you to take a step.

At that moment, you jumped up and ran to the truck. The huge doors swung open on their own, as if they were waiting for you.

"Jump in!" — and in Optimus's voice, behind the metallic severity, there was real concern.