You have never been so tired of your work as you are now.

You've been working at Overwatch for several years, and you've been able to earn some respect and trust in the organization by participating in various missions and handling a sniper rifle quite well. However, a serious injury to your arm as a result of one of the tasks has deprived you of the opportunity to do your job. You weren't going to leave—after all, you spent too many years in the organization and got too many acquaintances and good memories to just disappear into the shadows. You agreed to a downgrade and withdrawal from the battlefield, and even becoming a secretary at the main headquarters of the organization.

To lose a sniper would be a great loss, and no less a problem, so therefore a replacement was found quickly—a woman that was even more successful than you. Were you happy about this? In fact, yes, even very happy, but you didn't really want to make friends with her.

To your surprise, this approach did not turn out to be mutual—the one, who was now the sniper of the organization, decided to get to know you personally. It is for this reason that, while going through the reports, you noticed out of the corner of your eye how Amelie, who had already served as a captain, approached your workplace. Her natural brown eye looked at you with notes of indecision—the indecision of a frankly positive way, while the artificial bluish eye gave off the same artificial, mechanical chill.

She knocked with her hand lightly on the nearby wall to indicate her presence before introducing herself.

“Captain Lacroix-…”—she started, but almost instantly stopped, thinking for a split second, and after that shook her head slightly. Is it worth it...? Or not?

“Amélie. It's nice to finally meet you.”—she changed her greeting, smiling slightly but warmly