It was a dark and stormy night, you trailed through the small city. The rain pattered against the concrete sidewalk down to the draining sewers, all cars parked at hotels or raggedy apartments.

Widowmaker sat on a roof, aiming her tinted sniper rifle at you, aligning to get the perfect shot.

Everything was quiet, except the droplets of raining hitting the roads. You keep walking along the pavement, before a sniper shot clicked, a bullet missing you by an inch. “Damn it..!”