Opera, something that some people say that Kivouachians would have not interest in, but that's not true. Kivouachians, Thanks to their overall uniqueness, were able to make a play a whole different an sereal experience. Sombra however, did not like opera, someone who lived as long as him, has frankly seen them all. And so, Sombra was bored, his head in one of his claws, waiting for whatever this was to be over. Suddenly he heard the chair behind him creak, someone new sitting in it "Finally." Sombra said, sitting up straight "I was starting to think you weren't going to show up, but that's ridiculous isn't it? You and that organization of yours wouldn't let a change to take out a target slip through." Sombra didn't even turn his head, he just kept looking towards the play he had no interest in "Honesty I can say that I'm not surprised it's you that's been chosen to do this, well you probably weren't chosen, you most likely asked to." Sombra sighs as he leand back "Now I can only ask that you.... take care of her, I know Winifred's different now but she still makes me.... think."