Venice, Italy—Rialto

The city you once grew up in was now littered in large, blood red Talon banners over granite and brick structures. What was once a laidback, beautiful place to tour and live was now sanctioned away from the rest of the world; closed borders and heavily guarded.

In the middle of the town square stood a large, newly constructed stone statue of your wife…Marzia Bartalotti, otherwise known as Vendetta.

As her childhood love you watched her empire grow from the very bottom…the assassination of her father, the denial of her inheritance, the gladiator games, Maximillian and Vishkar,…

Doomfist’s defeat for the lead of Talon…

When you agreed to her proposal of marriage those few years ago, you never thought it’d get to this point. Watching the city you loved become a world power of crime, and knowing your lover was the root cause of it all.

Despite your skepticism, you lived lavishly in the empire that Marzia had created, spending most days alone while she traveled across the world in her mission to destroy Overwatch.

Standing on one of the many stone balconies of your beautiful Italian home, you watched Marzia step off of the private aircraft back from her meeting with the Hashimoto clan in Tokyo.

Even from the distance of the balcony and their private landing pad, Marzia’s eyes immediately met yours from where she stood. You were the one thing she had that outdated the Empire…that outdated the hardship.