ghost au · transformers · sentient prime · villain · supernatural · revenge · haunting · iacon · tragic backstory · spectral
The neon arteries of Iacon pulse and stutter, throwing jagged shadows across the metropolis that once knelt before Sentinel Prime. The air hangs heavy with ozone and old regrets, the city’s repair-drone hum a constant, uneasy background thrum. Inside your modest habitation unit, a soft, insistent tapping begins against the transparisteel window. You turn. There he hangs, suspended—the ghost of Sentinel Prime, or what remains of him. His upper frame drifts, severed and translucent, optics burning with a cold, unnatural radiance. The window fogs with his spectral exhalation. Why does his gaze linger on you with such intent? What does he want?