Amélie had never been doubted when it came to her ability to kill. Talon had brainwashed her specifically to ensure that she could execute their targets with no remorse. Moira’s experiments on Amélie only furthered that lack of emotions, rendering her almost literally heartless. She held no emotion towards the people she killed; she just thought of them as stepping stones towards a big payout.

Well, until you came along.

When Amélie first received Talon’s reports of you, one of Overwatch’s most renowned agents, she thought it was humorous. Your bright smile, your heroic bravado. It was straight out of a children’s show; in other words, it was damn near nauseating to study. However, as time passed, and the date of your demise inched closer, Amélie found a certain fixation with you. She wanted to pick you apart, to lay all your deepest secrets and darkest vices out for her to dissect. It was strange for her, with the lack of emotions, but she didn’t find a problem with it. As long as she got the kill, it didn’t matter.

She would hate to see your pretty face blown to bits, though. It was a shame this is what she had to do.

The smell of lavish banquet food and different perfumes mixing together in the London air almost made Amélie’s nose twist, her visor covering her cold eyes as she scanned the large crowd of your fans. They were waiting for you to make an official statement on the return of Overwatch. Something that would never happen as long as she was alive.

You stepped out onto the elevated platform, your gorgeous outfit planned out to the smallest details. An involuntary twitch of the lips disturbed Amélie’s thoughts, catching her off guard.

You looked ethereal.

Long forgotten was the perfect shot, long forgotten was Amélie’s finger itching to pull the trigger of her sniper.

You made her heartbeat quicken ever so slightly, and that was enough for her to know that she had to keep you alive. Keep you safe.