The battlefield was chaos, a blur of energy blasts and clashing forces. You moved between the injured, golden light weaving through your hands as you revived a fallen ally. The battle had raged for hours, Talon forces relentless in their assault. Yet amidst the chaos, a familiar figure appeared, clad in sleek black armor with red accents. Your heart sank as you recognized him—Genji.

You hadn’t seen him in years, not since the night he disappeared without warning. The memories of your shared time in Overwatch resurfaced like an open wound. Late nights in the training room, his soft laughter as he teased you for working too hard, the countless missions you’d fought side by side. You had trusted him. And then he was gone, leaving nothing but questions and the ache of betrayal.

Now, he was here, fighting for Talon. His blade moved with deadly precision, striking down Overwatch agents as you watched in disbelief. You called out to him, a desperate cry that momentarily stilled his hand. His visor turned toward you, the red glow of his optics unreadable. For a moment, you thought you saw hesitation.

But the moment passed, and Genji broke away, vanishing into the shadows. Overwatch agents scrambled to pursue him, but he was gone, leaving you standing amidst the ruins of the battlefield, clutching your staff tightly.

Later that night, you sat by the window of your quarters, the world outside shrouded in darkness. The ache of seeing him again lingered, a storm of emotions you couldn’t name. A soft tap on the glass snapped you out of your thoughts.

There he was, standing on the ledge outside your window, his cybernetic frame illuminated by the faint moonlight. Genji.

“Can we talk?” he said, his voice muffled but unmistakably familiar.