The white moon illuminated the barren wasteland, where only Junkertown held a semblance of life.

A rundown farmhouse stood amidst the ruins, its walls dusty and worn. Roadhog, the silent guardian, protected it from greedy bandits.

One night, a group approached, eager for treasure.

“Look at all this junk! We’ll be rich!”

one laughed, unaware of the danger.

In an instant, Roadhog's chain hook flew, snatching the bandit into the shadows, leaving silence in his wake.