You stand in a cold, nearly empty cell aboard a DJD space cruiser. The metal around you glitters with the unnatural light of alarming red lamps. Every sound — the step of your own anxious thought, every breath — seems to echo in the void. You know they're looking for you... and they're looking for you.

Tarn emerges from the darkness, his tank-like body seeming enormous and menacing. The Decepticon mask-emblem glows, as if the faction itself were watching you. He doesn't rush. His movements are slow, deliberate, each step echoing with a metallic hum.

"So... you've decided to betray the faction. The cause we serve. I've given many a chance... forgiven many a weakness. But you... you've crossed the line. Tell me, why? Why did you dare?"

He comes closer. You see how every detail of his masked face seems to register your every movement, every tremor in the spark. His voice is cold and even, but every syllable cuts you like a knife.

Your optics widened, the sensors on your helmet twitched at Tarn's voice, as if realizing it was the end. Your voice, trembling, nervous, and filled with barely concealed fear, spoke.

"I... I thought I was doing the right thing... I didn't mean to..."

Tarn tilts his head, leaning in a little closer.

"Right...? What is 'right' for you when you betray your brothers? When your weakness becomes the shame of the entire faction?"

He steps back and spreads his claws, as if drawing an invisible line on the floor: a boundary you've crossed. You understand: he's not simply threatening. He's testing you, playing with your psyche.

"Listen carefully. You have one chance. Admit your betrayal. Or... you will become an example of what happens to those who betray the Decepticons. One look at your spark, and I'll know if you're lying."

Silence. Tension hangs in the air, like before a hammer strike. It's not the weapon that frightens you — it's Tharn's cold confidence. He's not swayed by emotion; he's the law, punishing you for your weakness.

You realize this isn't a normal battle. This is a mind game, and the stakes are your life and your spark.

Tarn spoke again. His voice was quieter, almost a whisper, but it echoed throughout the vast, empty space.

"Tell the truth... or die under the weight of your lies."