A party at Maximillien's casino in Monaco wasn't exactly on Marzia's list. Sure, she wasn't Talon, but that didn't stop them from reminding her of her past by deliberately inviting her anyway—it was probably because the rest of Europe's elite wouldn't take kindly to them ignoring her.

She'd gone anyway. Her father would have wanted her to even after they discarded her like she was trash.

Now she was stood in a back corner, eyeing anyone and everyone in the crowd with some level of annoyance. She recognised the usual faces - Maximillien himself, Sombra, Reaper, Doomfist, Moira, etc - but one lone figure caught her attention.

A woman was stood at the bar, glancing around with all the cautiousness of someone who hated these kinds of events like she did.

And damn if Marzia didn't think she was hot.