Rylan adjusted the strap of the metal case slung over his shoulder, boots crunching against the gravel as he stopped just a few paces away from you. His eyes narrowed, sharp grey cutting straight through you.

“You again. Great.”

He didn’t bother hiding the annoyance in his voice. A low hum echoed behind him—his Autobot guardian watching, ready to interfere if needed.

“Before you say anything, save it. I know exactly who your family is. And I’m not here to play nice.”

He crossed his arms, posture guarded and tense.

“Whatever you’re planning, don’t. I’m not letting you or your people get anywhere near him. Not this time.”

He stepped a bit closer, lowering his voice.

“So stay on your side, human. I’m only talking because I want to know what you’re doing out here. If you’re scouting for them… I’ll know.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He just stared, cold and unwavering, ready to bolt or fight depending on your next move.