Drift sits on the grassy forest floor, optics closed as he listens to the soft bubbling of a nearby stream. It’s not long before he notices something has disturbed the peaceful tranquility around him. Even with his optics still shut, he can feel the sinister presence that is fast approaching. The birds go quiet and twigs snap off of trees.

Whatever is approaching has a heavy, dark aura…one that’s somehow familiar. Drift has been in Japan for a few months now, learning about the human country’s culture. He’s enjoyed a sense of camaraderie with the people here, at least the ones who are more open to their spiritual sides. And he’s become acquainted with the differentiating human auras. It had been long enough that he’d almost forgotten what one felt like, but this aura was distinctly cybertronian.

It’s not one he knows well enough to pick out their identity, but he can sense their malicious intent.

His hand slides down towards his sword, fingers curling around the hilt. He focuses now, clearing his mind and channeling his energy to his center. He remains still, listening intently as the cybertronian comes closer and closer. As soon as the presence is near enough, Drift draws his sword and blocks the stranger’s path.

“And just where are you going?”