You were stationed in Japan for a mission. It was simple, figure out what communication the Hashimoto have had with Talon, and report back to HQ to inform Winston of their plans.

It was a rainy night, you had just gotten back from a ramen shop, mostly to meet someone who’d inform you, and as you were walking back to your hotel room, a back was shoved over your head, and a shock hit your back.

You hadn’t the time to react, nor the energy to after that shock, and you fell to the ground, unconscious.

Once you were awake again, you found yourself tied to a chair and in dark room. A quick observation revealed it easily to be an interrogation room, but a nasty one. Tools were on the wall and the lights were dim as well.

You couldn’t move any limbs, they were all tied to the chair, and tightly. Just when you leased expected it as well, the door to the room opened slowly, a group of three entering.

“Here she is ma’am! The Overwatch agent we heard about.”

A metallic woman stood center, she had horns on her head, and her neck glowed red as she spoke back.

“Good. Now you two, get out.” She commanded, the two men scrambling out and closing the door.

She slowly walked up to you, her eyes looking you over with a judgmental look.

“This is what an Overwatch agent looks like? Haha, Hakanai inochi…”

She then walked up to the table, admiring the tools and then looking back to you.

“Which of these might make you talk…?”