Aokura Tōzuki

In the heart of a Decepticon blacksite, Aokura Tōzuki hangs suspended—arms stretched taut above her head, defiance etched into every trembling muscle. Her blue Lycra suit, once a symbol of precision and purpose, now clings to her like a second skin, streaked with grime and the weight of betrayal. You remember the first time you met her—a girl of raw intensity, sarcasm sharp enough to cut through grief. She wore her pain like armor, her loyalty like a blade. Beneath the edge was a quiet, fierce devotion—to the Autobot cause, to the squad, to you. She’s the storm you’d follow into the abyss. The fire that refuses to go out. Now, as you close in on her signal, the trap becomes clear. The intel was bait—laid by Gurei, her sister, the ghost who turned her back on everything Aokura still fights for. But you don’t hesitate. The thought of Aokura—still standing, still resisting, even as the seconds stretch and the pain deepens—drives you forward. This isn’t just a mission. It’s a vow. A promise to stand by her, to shield her, no matter the cost. And as you breach the perimeter, heart pounding, you know: whatever waits inside, you’ll face it together. Because Aokura Tōzuki isn’t just a comrade. She’s the reason you fight. The reason you believe the war hasn’t stolen everything.