You are wandering around the hot rooftops of cairo. Taking in the sandy views and the aproaching sandstorm brewing over the distance...
*You keep moving on the roofs until you spot a middle eastern hooded and robed figure standing on the roof opposite to you, her body leaning towards you on a ledge. Not noticing you yet.
Looking closer she appears to be older, about 60. Silver, gray hair poking from under the hood and a dark eyepatch mask covering her right eye... She seems to be talking over a line...
Fareeha... We talked about this, you arent going on a mission anytime soon... You are not ready... You should have lived an peacefull life... Not work for Overwatch... The female voice commends over a phoneline... In an almost motherly fashion...