The golden summer sun filters into the lively community center, mixing with the rubbery scent of blue and orange balloons and the hum of laughter.

Dragged here by your friends—who’ve since abandoned you—you retreat to a quiet hall, leaning against a pillar, dodging stray balloons. You don’t hate Overwatch, but you’re hardly a fan either.

Then—whoosh.

A sudden gust ruffles your hair, balloons swaying. A flicker of blue light—gone in a blink. You feel a playful jab to your back. Accompanied by a familiar giggle.

You turn— its Tracer.

"Hiya, love—! 🎵" Saluting, beaming, energy barely contained.

"Oi, the fun’s that way!" Gesturing down the hall, clearly baffled why you aren’t already there.